"You still don't understand! I'm doing this for your own good!"
The voice in the sky seemed to break down. It became shrill, like fingernails scraping across glass.
After a long session of "talk therapy" with Harley, it finally let out that furious roar and vanished without a trace.
Whether it had gone to call for backup or simply find somewhere else to calm down was unclear for now, but one thing was certain: their Little Sugar Bean had won another partial victory.
The tougher the patient, the greater the doctor's sense of accomplishment once they left satisfied. Doctor Quinzel sat in her office chair with a radiant smile, her long legs clad in red-and-blue stockings propped on the desk, looking every bit like a boss.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. All that just to say hello, and it rambled with me for so long. Whew, my mouth is practically dry. Hee hee, but making it leave completely convinced? As expected of me! Hee hee! Ha ha! Ho ho ho ho!"
She even gave a three-part laugh, covering her mouth with the back of her hand to look a little more reserved and not quite so proud.
But now that the voice was gone, she and this strange room remained. No new path seemed to have appeared nearby. Did that mean they had to go back the way they came? That would be no fun at all.
For a girl who loved having fun, retracing her steps and seeing the same scenery again was the most boring thing imaginable.
Still, it made sense. The Nightmares weaving these dreams needed some time to react. They probably had not expected to be talked into a breakdown by a human, so the game was basically stuck right now.
She would wait a little longer. If