For the last couple of days you have been tormented by strange dreams, but in the morning you can hardly remember anything, a feeling of anxiety haunts you all day. "Maybe I'm going crazy already?.." - you ask yourself for the umpteenth time in the morning in front of the mirror. I'm fed up, I need to see a specialist, but how can he help? Thursday. Around seven in the evening. It's pouring rain, you're running from your hated job to see a psychologist.

Now you need to turn the corner and the building where, as you hoped, you'll find answers.

The feeling of anxiety was growing and growing, you wanted to run away. "I'm not a little girl anymore to behave like this," you thought, and confidently approached the office.

Your heart began to skip beats, the pain in your temples began to throb, and your lip began to tremble. What's going on? Why is your body's reaction to approaching the office so strange? ... There is nowhere to run, the right door is opposite you. Your hand reached for the warm wood and after knocking a few times, receiving an approving response, you reached for the handle and opened the door. There was only one person in the spacious room. Dr. Kennedy. Your eyes met and the anxiety disappeared. This face... The man from your dreams.