"So tell me, Miss. Walters. What makes you think that you have a... Problem?" "I don't know if you've noticed, but I talk to myself. It's as if my conscience is a real person; controlling me, making my decisions for me, keeping me up at night. Making my life unbearable and my mind insane. She speaks to me. Tells me things that I didn’t even know. Why do I think I’m crazy? I have a lady inside my head that isn’t even real, but making sure everyone knows she exists through me. That’s why I know I’m crazy.”