(A/N: Once again, I apologize for the crappiness of this chapter. But only a few more chapters before this story is finished.)

"Janet, we're here." Brad said.

Brad had just pulled the car up in front of Dr. Scott's house after the half hour long drive from the apartment. Janet, meanwhile, was sitting in the passenger with a look of sheer panic on her face.

"Brad…on the way…we passed…" Janet gasped.

"Yes I know Janet. And the castle is no longer there and will never return. You'll be fine, hun. Just come out of the car and let's go visit Dr. Scott." Brad said.

Janet sighed as she got out of the car and followed Brad to Dr. Scott's front door. Brad rang the doorbell and they waited for their old friend to greet them. It took a while, but Dr. Scott eventually wheeled himself to the door and opened it to greet Brad and Janet.

"Brad, Janet! What a marvelous surprise!" he said as he firmly shook their hands.

"Always a pleasure to see you, Dr. Scott." Brad said.

"Same here. Please do come in." Dr. Scott said and moved his wheelchair aside to allow Brad and Janet into his small house.

The group then made their way over to the cozy living room. Brad and Janet sat down on the couch while Dr. Scott moved his wheelchair right across from them.

"So, how are you two doing this fine day?" Dr. Scott asked cheerfully.

"Oh we are doing wonderful, aren't we Janet?" Brad said.

Janet, who happened to be staring off into space, suddenly snapped to attention when she heard Brad and quickly said "Oh,yes,um…we're doing just fine."

"Well, I'm glad to hear that." Dr. Scott said, although he really didn't believe Janet when she said she was fine.

"Dr. Scott, may I have a word with you in the kitchen?" Brad asked.

"Of course, Brad." Dr. Scott said and the two men made their way into Dr. Scott's small kitchen, leaving Janet alone in the living room reading a magazine.

Brad sat down at the kitchen table, right next to Dr. Scott's wheelchair. It was obvious from the look on his face that he was just as concerned about Janet as Dr. Scott was. When they felt certain that Janet could not hear them talking, they started speaking

"It's about Janet, isn't it?" Dr. Scott said.

"Yes it is. I'm very worried about her, it's been two years and she still has not fully recovered." Brad said.

"I noticed her staring off into space earlier, does she normally do that?" Dr. Scott asked.

"All the time, Dr. Scott. She'll get a bad memory of that night and it's like she's not even there. Or she'll see something that reminds her of what happened and she'll start mumbling random things or almost have a panic attack." Brad said.

"Did she have one on the way here?" Dr. Scott asked, knowing that Brad and Janet had to drive by the site where the castle once was.

"Oh my god yes. The second we passed by where the castle had been, she started breathing rapidly and dug her fingers so hard into the armrest of her seat I though I'd have to pry them off." Brad said.

"If it's been two years and she is still like this, she probably needs professional help." Dr. Scott said.

"Probably, but I promised her I would always be there for her if she needed a shoulder to cry on. I don't know if she'll like seeking out help." Brad said while wringing his hands.

"Brad, there comes a time where we can do all we can to help those we love and bring in additional help. I truly believe this may be one of those times." Dr. Scott said.

Brad sighed deeply. He truly loved Janet and had done whatever he could to make her feel better, but it hadn't really worked well. Maybe it was really time that he got his wife professional help.

"Allright, I'll get her help. But how do I know that she's seeing the right person?" Brad asked, sounding worried.

"That's no problem, Brad. I'm going to refer you two to my good friend, Dr. Adam Maxwell. He is an excellent psychiatrist and I feel that he will do a good job helping Janet." Dr. Scott said.

"Thank you very much, Dr. Scott." Brad said. He now felt confident that Janet was in the right hands and that eventually she would be able to lead a normal life.