"Fern, who's the Doctor?" Greg asked, peering over his readers.

"The Doctor is an alien that travels through time and space, therefore, he can't exist and is only a foment of my imagination." Fern answered in a monotone.

"And who's Rose?"

"Rose is the Doctor's companion, she goes on adventures with him and came from 2005. Therefore, she can't exist and is only a figment of my imagination."

"What's the T.A.R.D.I.S.?"

"Time And Relevant Dimension In Space, it's the Doctor's Time Machine, therefore, it can't exist, and is a figment of my imagination."

"Who's Jack?"

"It's Captain Jack Harkness." Fern corrected.

"Don't use that tone with me, I'm only helping." Fern huffed and turned her body to not facing Greg. He sighed.

"Is Jack still a touchy subject to you?" Fern sighed and nodded.

"Yeah, a little bit."

"Can you answer the question?" Fern took a deep breath.

"Captain Jack Harkness is a man from the future. He's a time agent. He travels through time with the help of a Vortex Manipulator. He'll travel with the Doctor once and a while. He's also a knight in shining armor."

"And?" It was silent for a few moments.

"And therefore, he can't exist, and is just a figment of my imagination."

A tear fell down Fern's cheek as she muttered the words. She hated this part of the therapy, since she believed that they were all real, it broke her heart every time she said it.

* Time * Skip *

"This session is over, Chris will be by to pick you up soon." Greg kissed Fern's forehead.

"I love you." He said.

"Love you too." Fern trudged out of the office, sitting in the lobby.

After a few moments, Chris walked in, super excited.

"I have good news!" He said taking her hand and pulling her out.

"You finally found the right wig?" She asked.

"How did you know?!" Chris laughed. "Oh, but that's not the news I wanted to tell you!" Chris laughed again as they came outside to the car. He laughed all the way to the passengers seat as Fern took a seat in the back, a look of total confusion on her face.

"Eric what's going on?" She asked. He seemed like the only other sane person in the car.

"I have no idea ask Chris." Eric answered as he started the car and began driving.

"Chris, what's up? Why're you, all crazy?"

"Alright, so, we had went to the grocery store to pick up things, and guess who I saw!"

"Tom Hiddleston."

"You can only wish, but no, I saw Waylon!" Fern paled.

"Oh no, you didn't~"

"I did! I invited him over tomorrow for your little get together!"

"Chris!" Fern whined. She flopped onto the seat next to her. "I'm dead, you killed your only daughter."

"Oh well, let's go get another one." Eric said. "I didn't like this one that much."

"Eric, I hate you."

"Love ya too sis!"

After awhile, they finally came to their house where Fern trudged up into her room, kicking the door closed behind her, she flopped on the bed. Making her hair get messed up.

"GAAAAAAAAA, curse you Chris and your people skills. . ." Fern sat up, getting her hair in her face. She got up an went to her desk, turning on her computer. When it turned on, she went to YouTube and went to her music playlist, turning it on.

She sighed as the music filled the room, she went to her notebook and started to draw.

Fern didn't notice what she was drawing until her computer froze and the music stopped. Her eyes widened as her eyes rested on the blue police box she had ended up drawing.

"Oh God." She ripped the page out of the notebook, and folded it up quickly. She went to her dresser and buried the page under her underwear.

She sighed in relief.

"Whew. . ."

Fern went back to her notebook and started drawing again, this time paying attention, she didn't want the incident to happen again.

Time soon got the best of Fern, and it was dinner, which she took into her room.

She turned her computer to Netflix, turning on Ouran HighSchool Host Club, and began eating the dinner that Chris had prepared.

Time had once again gotten the better of Fern, since by the time she had watched the whole series it was 3:36. She panicked and quickly turned off her computer, changing into her pajamas and jumping into bed. She knew that in the morning she would deeply regret her irresponsible decision.