“Do you really think you need this glass?” your friend asked you, while you looked at old crystal glasses. “Yes… Simon would love them” you whispered back. Simon sighed, as he saw you whispering with someone he couldn’t see. Maybe it was your schizophrenia again. “Did you found something?” Simon asked then. “Yes! Look at these! My friend and… oh… it happened again?” you whispered slowly, while you looked around and saw nobody. Simon just nodded slowly. “It’s okay… don’t worry”