Julia crossed her legs, then uncrossed them, then leaned on her knees, spinning back and forth in her chair slowly, boredom striking. She was bored. Diana was supposed to be there five minutes ago.

And then an intern opened the door – a young woman that Julia nicknamed Pumps due to the girl's habit of wearing the same shoes to work every day. "Miss James, she's here."

"Ah," the therapist sat up quickly. "Let her in."

Before Pumps could leave, Diana slipped in, seemingly out of breath. "Oh, hello," she smiled sheepishly as the door clicked shut behind her. Julia just watched, amused. "Sorry I hadn't gotten here sooner – Doctor Madden was trying to give me directions here…"

The greatest psychotherapist in the state let out a soft, knowing laugh. "Well, Paul may be able to solve insanity…to a point…but he can't tell you where my office is."

"It was somewhat obvious too!" the older woman noted, settling down in a comfy chair with a few throw pillows. "There was a cute little sign that said 'James Psychiatry'. It was blue and green…"

"Like the ocean," Jules murmured.

"Yes, like the ocean," Diana repeated, somewhat surprised.

"So, I have been looking through your medical history and the therapy that Madden tried."

"He did everything—"

"ETC, prescriptions, hypnosis…these are the things that usually cure insane patients." The woman paused, looking up. "But I'm sure you're sick of being called a patient, or a client. So can I call you Diana?"

"By all means, yes." The two thought about their next sentences, but the older seized the silence. "You sound like him a bit."

Julia paused. "We're not supposed to show emotion usually, we're there to listen to problems and give advice. People who've come to seek my help often note that I get very…emotional. I've had a tragic past, to say the least."

"He doesn't seem to be showing up very much any longer, but sometimes…I see him in my dreams. Almost like he's an angel rather than…"

"Rather than a real being that was seemingly a result of your insanity?"

Diana nodded slowly, not looking at her, thinking. "As a baby…" She looked up. "Can I tell you about it? I know it's likely in all those forms that Dr. Madden filled out, but…"

"Of course. I want to know everything."

So Julia learned the entire story – Gabe's death through her psychopharmacology and therapy, ETC, and finally accepting the truth and divorcing her husband. She listened with intense patience and curiosity, taking in every detail. When Diana was done, her eyes dried up from crying and dabbing them, she sniffled a few times and managed to make eye contact with her new therapist. "And…my life seems so much different…not better, not worse…just different."

"I see."

"You don't really understand, do you?" Diana asked, prodding, trying to see through Julia's calm persona.

"I do understand, Mrs. Goodman…I-I understand a bit more than one might think…" The young woman's voice cracked and she swallowed a sob. "Gabe must be sad that you've chosen to remove yourself from the place where he's lived for a while."

"Don't you mean in my—"

"No. I do believe he exists."

"…But you don't seem insane."

"I'm not…" Dr. James leaned forward, lowering her voice as if telling a juicy secret. "I believe your case may be the first report of insanity mixed with paranormal beings. Ghosts. Well, one ghost."

"Are we going to do the whole Ouija board thing?"

She sat back, shaking her head. "Not at all. A bit of hypnosis may be necessary, however, though a bit different from Dr. Madden's ideas." Jules looked at the clock upon her wall. "Diana, I'm afraid our time is up. When do you wish to meet again?"

"Whenever possible…" the oldest began to gather her things, falling silent.

"I can pencil you in at…5pm on Friday, two days from now."

"Alright," Diana murmured, putting on a coat and staring out the window. "Rain again. Fantastic."

Dr. James chuckled. "If you need an umbrella, I have plenty living under my desk."

"I'll be fine, but thank you." Mrs. Goodman smiled, her pearly white teeth showing. For a previously insane woman, she was quite nice, the experienced therapist gathered. "See you Friday."

"Five o'clock…and no excuses," Julia wagged a finger jokingly at her, making the standing break into a smile. She left quickly, leaving James to her thoughts for a moment.