Ken is a psychiatrist.
This morning, he welcomed his first patient in November, a young Asian woman.
She looked to be about twenty, or older than he had guessed. This young lady had a worried look on her face from the time she entered the door to when she sat down, and she kept pushing her temple hair behind her ears with her hands.
"I suspect that this world is fake," she took a deep breath and spoke in a very soft voice, "Everyone told me that X is my husband, but I know that he is dead."
Concept: Love is freedom