I wished we were somewhere else and suddenly the world around us grayed. It was like a photograph fading in the light. And then, another place materialized. I was back at my apartment. Next to me was Von Hauser. She looked like the windowshades of her mind were drawn downward. She kind of stared into space like a store mannequin as her brain tried to catch up with her body.
It didn't surprise me. I was shocked that my sanity hasn't been pulled too tight. Maybe because the control was in my power and the result was grounded in reality. To Dr. Von Hauser, none of this was real, but at the same time real. This flew in the face of all she was trained to believe about the human mind. These manifestations were never real but in the mind of her patients, the schizophrenics and others with splinters in the windmills of their minds, they were as real as anything aound them. Now she was confronted with the opposite and this was the result.
I wished Dr. Von Huser understood all of what happened and the shades were lifted. Her eyes brightened and she looked at me.
"You have something very powerful Joe. I have an idea."
I smiled thinking that she wanted me to wish her into Catherine Zeta Jones with the brain of Sigmund Freud.
"What's that?"
"The business of fulfulling wishes....for a price. Sort of like our own version of "Fantasy Island but with no Tattoo."
"Do you have something in mind?" I asked, intrigued.
"Yes...I do."