Dr. Madden sighed. He looked over the file again, realizing he was getting nowhere with Diana even after she was removed. She was still traumatized over her son's death, even when he somewhat convinced her of his non-existence.

There was a knock on his office door. He set it down, turning around and folding his hands. "Come in," he called.

When the door opened, a woman no older than 36 poked her head in. "I'm looking for Dr. Ma—" The words died from her mouth as she suddenly saw the man sitting in the chair.

And he recognized her too. Julia James.

"J-Jules?" He stuttered.

"…Paul," she managed, surprised.

"I-I haven't seen you in so long…how's life?"

The two were almost surprised to see each other. In college they both attended the same university, both majoring in Psychology. Madden had found a great fascination with insane people and Jules had become interested in helping traumatized patients. A friend of theirs, who ended up a well-known psychopharmacologist (Dr. Fine, or Nick), had introduced them at a meeting with several psychology agencies, and they instantly hit it off. However, a misunderstanding and some betrayal led the two to break up. This was only a week before the two planned to get married. James had thought of contacting him again…but she never did.

Until now, quite accidentally.

"It's…alright…"

"It has been a while, hasn't it," he murmured, looking at his hands.

"You've been doing alright. I guess I have, too."

"Why are you here?" Paul looked up at her quizzically.

"Ah…good question. One of your interns mentioned to me on the phone the other day how one of your clients…Diana Goodman, hasn't been making progress."

"How did you know that…?"

"She's my cousin."

"Oh."

"Have you been having trouble?"

"Why do you care?" he snapped, snatching up the file and pretending to look at it, but really trying not to fall back into her eyes as he always would.

"She thought I might be able to help."

Dr. Madden couldn't help it, he looked up at her, feeling his stomach drop to his feet.

"My clients are making quite a lot of progress so far." She smiled, and he felt like it was the 80s again.

"I don't know if you can handle this one." Still considering her offer, he handed her the folder and she sifted through it carefully. "Diana Goodman, 44 years, went insane after her son Gabe's death, took Valium, Xanax, all those for about seventeen years until she managed to get beyond it. Eventually she left her husband and 16 year old daughter and went to stay at her parents' house. But my problem is with her trauma. She claims she's seeing a baby Gabe, like the one she saw before he died, rather than the 18 year old he probably would've been, had he lived."

"Diana Goodman. That name's so familiar…"

"Maybe you could sit and watch one of our sessions."

"Or I could just have her transfer."

The two stared at each other, sensing a fight. Paul took a deep breath.

"Alright. I'll call and let her know." He picked up the phone and dialed Diana. Jules picked up the file and exited, accidentally bumping into a shorter woman.

"Oh, sorry," the stranger smiled nervously as the file accidentally spilled open and across the ground.

"Oh God," James cursed under her breath, kneeling down and trying to collect the forms.

"Here, let me help," the woman offered, crouching and doing the same.

"Thank you," Julia said, getting the forms back in their place.

"Of course. My name's Diana, by the way." She held out her hand and helped the therapist up.

"Diana…"

A phone in Diana's pocket buzzed. She picked it up, turning away. "Hello? …Yes, I'm here a little early, I apologize…" As Julia walked away she heard Diana talking, when she suddenly heard Dr. Madden come out of the room and greet the woman.

"Good afternoon, Diana."

Dr. James froze.

That was Diana Goodman.

Oh God. Well, she certainly didn't seem crazy.

But then again, thought Julia as she went back to her office, people are never as they seem.