Thomas had been sent to me in desperation by his family, and grudgingly by his psychiatrist. His condition was described as psychotic and schizophrenic.
As he lay on the gurney, I watched his other selves flicker in his etheric body. A giant man, a wild woman, a feral child. A dozen faces and minds. I searched until I found the One: a sly little gollum.
“Thomas?” Its furtive glance slid from my face. “I need you to stay Thomas. And I need you to send the others away.”
“What’s in it for me?”
I sighed. Weary. “Anything you want, Thomas.”