I should mentioned that my fantasy of T materializing in the walls has been shattered by the fact that I am his last patient on Fridays and if I drive to therapy I often see him walking to the parking garage as I'm driving back up the street from where I was parked. He leaves? He knows how to walk? He drives? Hahaha. I pretend not to see him. I have never acknowledged it. Chances are he has noticed me driving by because I am a music blaster/all windows open driver and when it's not too hot for open windows, I usually have them all down with the music turned up. Plus he knows I love Bob Dylan and how may people drive around blasting Bob Dylan from their car? lol