*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.*