You're getting ready for work (big day today), brushing your teeth. Gotta take your meds. You open the bathroom mirror cabinet, looking for the pill bottle. You find it, empty. Not good, you haven't been off your meds for what, 13 years now. Seems you'll just have to wing it, that stuff is hard to come by. You stroll out your front door. Hey! Long time no see! booms a loud and familiar voice from above and behind you. It's Trixie, your childhood imaginary friend.