Johnny Lundgren lay flat on the psychologist’s brown leather couch.
“You are comfortable, Johnny?” Dr. Maddow asked casually.
“Sure,” Johnny answered, laying one hand over the other on his chest.
“Now John, do you know why you are here?” the doctor clicked his pen repeatedly. He checked his watch.
“Sure, Doc. I disappeared,” Johnny blinked, to the clicking of the pen. It was…