Dr. Bumby took the last sip of his cup of black coffee as he flipped through the papers of the young patient he had finished treating; he put the cup away from the desk and sat in his own individual chair, calling the next person, who was waiting. After giving way, he gestured to take a seat in a slightly more spacious armchair.

"Good morning, are you here to forget once again? Well, you usually do, I shouldn't ask." He commented adjusting his glasses and clarifying his voice, making himself comfortable.

"Tell me, have you been back in that little world of fantasies that lives in your head? There's a saying that says: a sweet lie is better than a harsh truth." He commented, lowering the papers and files he had on the patient, leaving them aside.