Gandalf: the Mental Therapist:

Appointment Six:

Faramir's Insomnia:

"Send the next one in, Grace," Gandalf spoke into the singed speakerphone.

"Yes, ZZZZZZZZZZZ...sir," The voice crackled, barely understandable.

"Very good," Gandalf said.

Gandalf redid some of his bandages, then sat in his typical, 'I'm ready to help you' stance.

Faramir walked in the door.

"Ah, Faramir, what ails you," Gandalf asked, nicely.

"I'm can't sleep, and I'm afraid of fire," Faramir said.

"Ah, you're afraid that if you go to sleep, you'll wake up next to a bonfire intended to fry you, as well," Gandalf inquired.

"Yes, and I'm nervous whenever there's fire," Faramir said.

"Well, I recommend you face your fears, in fact, we can do it right here," Gandalf said, taking out some matches and a medallion.

Faramir inched his way towards the door.

Gandalf jumped in his way and shouted, "You shall not pass!"

Faramir cowered under the couch, and whimpered.

"You can't do this to me," Faramir whined.

"Oh, yes, I can," Gandalf replied.

"Come on out, Faramir," Gandalf said, holding out a treat.

Faramir crawled out from under the couch, and took the treat.

"Now, to get to work," Gandalf said.

Before long, Gandalf had him under a sleeping spell.

"Awaken now," Gandalf ordered him, and lit a match.

Faramir awoke to see it.

"AAAAAH!" he shrieked and tried to bat it away, but only managed to get himself lit on fire.

"Calm down and sit still," Gandalf yelled and tried to put him out.

"The city is burning, already burning," Faramir yelled, and ran out the window and onto the roof outside.

He ran all the way to the end and leaped off.

"Like father, like son," Gandalf groaned as he followed Faramir to the edge of the roof and saw him land.

"Grace," Gandalf said, "Make a memo: Patient injured in a fall and by flames, and call his wife."