“What’s happening to her?!” The distraught mother demanded of the doctor.
“We just don’t know right now, we’re calling in a psychologist.”
She paced around the room, and whenever she got to the foot of the white bed, looked upon her adolescent daughter, wires stuck to her face, and shed a tear of panic.
What would she do if?...but she wouldn’t even entertain that thought. She was going to be okay…she had to be.
“Ms. Cleary?”
The woman jolted. “Yes?”
“I’m Dr. Droad,” the psychologist said. “Perhaps we should sit. I have a few things to explain to you.”
Sit? Oh, this could not be good! But she did it anyhow.

“Ms. Cleary, your daughter is a prisoner to her own mind. In all physical aspects, she lives, but she isn’t really here…”
“Then where is she?”
“In her place. Her Wonderland…her Neverland. Her imagination.”
“Well, how do we get her out?” The woman’s voice rose shrill above the beeping of her daughter’s heart rate monitor.
“That…we’re still not sure of.”