Dr. Ted Lamont was working late again. Not that his wife minded, she knew how dedicated he was to his patients. Too meticulous to let even the smallest detail go unnoticed. And it was one such detail that was keeping him here.
He pored over his notes from the day, trying to get at the bottom of the issue. The case of young Victoria Hansen was a perplexing one. In his years as a psychiatrist he'd seen his share of blackouts, fugue states, and mental breaks. But this was peculiar indeed.
For one thing, her complete and sudden shift in attitude. Often that could be the result of physical trauma, but there was no sign of that. Then there was the inexplicable fact of her losing her clothes in less than a second. It just didn't make sense. He suspected the young man who lived next door would shine a light on Victoria's problem, but now he was wondering if it was the right idea to send her over there.
As he perused his notes, something else began to bother him. Little details starting to emerge, details he couldn't remember writing down during the session. Frequent exhibitionism. Nymphomania. A fixation on anything remotely phallic.
No, that couldn't be! Victoria had never been a patient like that. His notes didn't make any sense. But then they did. He suddenly remembered her behavior from earlier. Asking her to remember to wear a bra to her session next time. Telling her his wife would not appreciate if she sat on his lap. And no, she couldn't bring her girlfriend Robert (what a strange name) to his office even if they wore matching string bikinis.
It was like two sets of memories fighting it out in his brain. And it was a familiar feeling. Suddenly dread filled the wise doctor. This reminded him very much of something he'd dealt with many years before. Something he thought he'd resisted. Something he thought he'd never have to deal with again.
He dashed out the door. He had to get to Victoria before it was too late...
