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Throughout the rest of the year Nora was extremely distant, from her friends, children and mostly her husband. The only real emotion she could distinctly feel was dread. She dreaded the moment when she would be mercilessly ripped away from everything she had worked so hard for in this existence. Especially after the birth of Ian, Nora severed her emotional connections to her family. Jim sent Nora to therapist after therapist and not one of them seemed to do the trick. Nora made the mistake of confiding, in one therapist, the unusual predicament she was in. Needless to say the therapist, Dr. Lange, did not believe Nora.
“So Nora, who do you believe you are here?” Dr. Lange asked in an even baritone.
“I believe I am here because no one understands what I am going through.” Nora responded.
“Ah yes,” he breathed out slowly, “what is it that you are going through?”
“You would never believe me.”
“Why’s that?” Dr. Lange’s eyes squinted tightly.
“My story sounds ridiculous, that’s why.”
“What is this story of yours?”
“I was on a plane in 2009 when it crashed. When I woke up it was 1988. I am reliving my life over to find out what went wrong the first time. I will never stop living over lives until I discover my niche, Scott said so.”
Dr. Lange didn’t look phased. “Mhm, who is Scott?”
“Scott is the man who is responsible for my being here; he doesn’t age by the way and jumps through time.” Nora thought she might as well go big or go home.
“Ah, yes, when did this Scott start appearing to you?”
“He isn’t a phantom, he is a real person.”
“Of course he is.” Dr. Lange nodded condescendingly, “when did time traveling people start appearing to you?”
“In 2009, when I was on that airplane.”
“Have you told your husband any of this?”
“No, he would never believe me.”
Nora rolled her eyes, “it is a ridiculous story, that’s why.”
“Do these stories make you feel less alone?”
“There is only one story and no it makes me feel more alone.”
“Why is that?”
“I am the only one going through this.”
“I wish I knew.”
“Why don’t you?”
Nora viciously mouthed under her breath, “ask me why one more time…”
“What was that Nora?”
“Nothing, I was clearing my throat.”
“Mhm,” Dr. Lange scribbled something down on his notepad.
“What did you write down?” Nora was concerned.
“Nothing, Nora, now are you always so paranoid when people do not tell you everything?”
“Um, no, I was just confused on how what I said was note worthy, that’s all.”
Nora stood up quickly. “All right, Dr. Lange, I think I need to go now.” Nora made her way to the doorway.
“Nora, wait, our session isn’t up for another thirty minutes; I need to speak with you more in depth.”
“Why’s that?” Nora said in a voice meant to mock Dr. Lange. She slammed the door behind her and never returned.