She saw that it could never be the same as it was. And she still wasn't completely sure what it had been. Time had passed since the last of her significant episodes but the fading memories didn't leave a complete history. There was even an outside chance that some of the memories were false - fictions leading away from the truth of reality.
The struggle had been ongoing for a few years now and the soft clicks and hums of the geiger counter in the corner of the room let her know that there would be more to come. The years since she had been free to adventure out were long now - time since she had driven a car, flown on a plane, or even crossed the great expanse of water on their powerboat. She had been unable to attend service at the mosque, not even able to venture out to the outdoor market for basic supplies. She relied soley on him for such things. And he was entirely unreliable. A goat can be decent company but he is rarely able to return with the shopping. And certainly unable to care for her medical needs. Surely there were others available to help. The political factions involved were after him again. Persecuting the only one willing to help. He may be a poor nurse, but he was all she had. I mean, the pirannah was even worse - unwilling to venture out of the lake to do the shopping. And she was pretty sure he was siding with the less freindly of the factions - his will bent on framing the goat for the boating accident. Would the two never see eye to eye? Probably not, considering the height difference. And she knew the goat didn't speak fish fluently, he had only been taking lessons for a few months now. She knew their disagreement would continue to escalate, and worse yet, she knew there was little she could do about it in her state. And then it struck her. Perhaps there was something she could do. Yes! She was capable of righting the wrongs here. She could simply...
The geiger counter clicked loudly for a few seconds and she remembered her condition again. Can these thoughts and memories be trusted? Surely not. Her husband entered the room quietly. Not a goat. No political persecution. Just another of her episodes. And she quietly drifted off to sleep.
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