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Alien Therapy
Johnny Lundgren lay flat on the therapists 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 annoying him.
“Right, John. You disappeared. Your whole crew disappeared on the spaceflight, isn’t that right?” Doctor Maddow sounded like he was talking to a child.
He stopped clicking and now began tapping the point of the pen on his clipboard.
“Uh, yep. That is true,” said Johnny, his eye twitching now, to the tapping.
“Not only did you all disappear, but the spacecraft also disappeared into thin air, right?” the doctor was pushing it, starting to sound accusatory, like the others.
“I told everyone exactly what happened. I don't know what the problem is,” Johnny fidgeted, getting upset again.
“Calm down, John. We don't want them to take you back in a strait jacket again, do we?” the doctor said, in his condescending voice. He checked his watch again. He wondered what his wife was cooking for dinner.
