OLIVE: Adrian, I’ll admit. I’m kind of impressed. Only you could have a mental breakdown and go right back to being a nobody. I mean, look at them! They don’t even know that you exist! ADRIAN: (incoherent reply) O: I can’t understand a word you’re saying. A: I’m trying to be discreet. The other kids can’t see me talking into thin air. They’ll think– They’ll think I’m crazy. O: It’s a bit late for that. What, it’s true! A: Alright, fine, you win! My reputation is already in ruins. Why not dance on the ashes? O: That’s the spirit! Why not light this table on fire while you’re at it? Or throw your lunch tray at the cafeteria monitor? No? Okay, bad idea. A: Olive, you need to stop egging me on. I’m not like you, okay? I’ll get in trouble. O: You’re not like me…yet. A: Not now, Olive. O: Then when? It’s been six months. You promised we’d do this together. A: I didn’t promise anything. You explained what you wanted me to do. I never said yes. O: You never said no, either. A: That’s because I don’t know, Olive. O: Can’t you take a chance? My loneliness is eating me alive, I can feel it. A: I need more time. O: For what? What do you need time for, Adrian? If you’re waiting for a better offer, it’s not coming. Your mom doesn’t want you for a son. She wants a drugged-up zombie to play house with! A: It’s not just my mom, it’s my whole life– O: It was my whole life too! I left everything behind to create my own reality. None of these people care about you, Adrian. You’re practically gone already. A: What are you talking about? O: You know what I mean. When you picked up that desk, you didn’t expect anyone to react. Don’t you see? You’re already on the threshold of leaving this reality. You’re so close– A: Shut up! STUDENTS: (laughter) A: Can we talk later? People are starting to stare at me. O: I don’t get it. Why do you suddenly care about what they think? A: I just do, Olive. O: Listen to me. None of these kids can see you. Your mom can’t see you. Not even your therapist can see you, not like I can. So who’s real in this situation? Huh? Me or them? ADRIAN: This feels weird. DR. FOSTER: Sorry? A: Lying down. It totally changes the feel of the session. DF: Well, you’re the one who wanted to try it. A: I know. In all the movies, the patient lies down and talks about his problems. I guess I can kind of see why. DF: Why? A: I don’t have to look at you. DF: Gee, thanks. A: Not like that. I mean, it’s easier to talk when I don’t have to analyze someone’s facial features. That’s all human interaction is. Analysis. DF: Do you analyze people, Adrian? A: Of course. But with Olive, there’s no analysis involved. I see her for what she really is. She’s hardly the sum of her parts. DF: Am I the sum of my parts? A: I don’t know. At first, you definitely were. I’d add an eye twitch here and a furrowed brow there, and I could guess what you were thinking. It’s not so hard anymore. I can almost see you. DF: I’m beginning to see you, too. A: Do you play mind games, Dr. Foster? DF: What kind of mind games? A: You know, games that you play in your head when you’re bored. My mom has this game where she counts cracks in the sidewalk on the way to work. If she gets an even number, then that’s good luck. DF: I guess so. Sometimes I like to pretend like I’m in a movie. I listen to music on the city bus and pretend that’s the soundtrack. A: I used to do that too. Until I met Olive. DF: Does Olive like to play mind games? A: Definitely. It’s kind of her thing. She taught me how to play, and now I do it all the time. DF: How do you play? A: It’s simple really. You think of all of things that you’re capable of doing in a given moment. Right now, for example. I could jump on the couch. I could tip over your desk. I could hit you on the head with the clipboard. Stuff like that. DF: But you don’t actually do it, right? A: That’s not the point. You see, it’s thrilling to know that you could do it. After awhile, you get so experienced that fantasy and reality start to blur together. DF: That’s what happened the day you had your meltdown. Wasn’t it? A: You catch on quickly. DF: I do my best. So that day, the game became reality? A: Something like that. DF: Tell me, Adrian. What did you expect to happen when you threw that desk? A: It sounds stupid, but I didn’t expect any of them to react. I was genuinely surprised when they did. DF: And why is that? A: Because I convinced myself that none of them were real. MRS. ROSS: How’d you sleep last night, Adrian? ADRIAN: Pretty well. I was tired. MR: Seems like you’re always tired these days. A: Mom, I’m fine. MR: You know, changes in sleep are a symptom of depression. And changes in appetite. And reckless behavior. A: Will you please stop worrying? I said, I’m fine! MR: Increased irritability is also a symptom of depression. A: Not you too! MR: Who? OLIVE: Gee, thanks for the warm welcome. A: Nothing, Mom. I was just talking to myself. MR: Honey, I’m getting worried about you. O: I’d be worried too. Your son is craaazy. A: I’m not crazy. MR: I never said that. It’s just that you haven’t been the same since Olive died. A: I’m over it, Mom. O: What’s that supposed to mean? MR: Even so, I think anti-depressants would do you a world of good. A: I don’t need any medication! MR: Calm down, Adrian. I’m only trying to help. A: I’m not depressed, okay?! O: Well, well, well. Mommy’s golden boy is finally cracking. Mommy doesn’t like what she sees. She’s gonna drug you up. MR: You’re seeing a different therapist on Monday. A: Why? MR: His name is Dr. Prasad. He’s already written you a prescription for Prozac. O: Ha! Told you so. A: Mom, this is crazy! What about Dr. Foster? MR: I canceled all future appointments. She’s a sweet woman, but not the right fit for you. A: Who are you to decide if she’s the right fit? MR: I’m your mother, and I’m paying for the appointments. Now eat your cereal. A: Mom– MR: Eat your cereal, sweetie. You know I hate arguments. O: You could fling that cereal at her right now. Go on, do it! Aww, are you too chicken? Why don’t you pick up that carving knife and slam it into the table? Or get up and lock all of the doors? I bet she won’t even blink. Why are you here, Adrian? Your mom doesn’t see you, she sees a problem to be fixed. Can’t you feel her getting further and further away? A: Actually, I can. O: Good. You’re so close now, Adrian. You’re not invisible or voiceless. You belong in a different realm entirely. Take my hand. Can you feel it? Can you feel my warmth? Can you feel me? DR. FOSTER: Adrian? ADRIAN: Are you busy? Are you about to start a session? DF: No, I’m free until 2:00. Sit down. You’re worrying me. A: It’s Olive. I don’t know what she’s doing to me. DF: Olive is dead, Adrian. A: I know, but I see her all the time. She wants me to join her on the other side. For the longest time, I was afraid to go, but now I see no reason to stay. And that terrifies me. DF: Slow down. I can barely understand you. Is your mom here? A: No, I came by myself. I have nowhere else to go. DF: Okay, lie down. Relax. A: I can’t, Olive will be here any minute. DF: I believe you, Adrian. There’s no need to panic. Breathe. A: You believe me? DF: Yes, I do. She was there the day you had your meltdown, wasn’t she? A: How did you know? DF: In the video, you kept looking back to the same spot. At first, I thought it was a coincidence, but now I understand. You were screaming at Olive. OLIVE: Adrian, what are you doing here? DF: She’s here, isn’t she? O: Don’t listen to her. She’s only working for a paycheck. A: I don’t know, Olive. DF: Are you okay, Adrian? O: You don’t belong here. You’re too far gone. A: Maybe it’s not too late. DF: Listen, I can help you. What’s going on? O: Don’t say a word. A: She’s standing by the desk. She’s mad at you for ruining her plans. O: I said, don’t talk to her! A: I’m sorry, Olive. O: Who’s side are you on? You’re my best friend. A: You’re my only friend. I love you. DF: Stay with me, Adrian. O: So this is it? I’ve waited six months for nothing? A: I needed to be sure. O: Screw you, Adrian. You’re too weak to handle the truth. Stay here and rot for all I care. A: It doesn’t have to end this way. O: Then join me already! Leave this reality behind. O: Can you hear my heartbeat? This is real. Your therapist can’t even come close. DF: Don’t listen to her! A: Are you sure this is real? O: Look at me. I can see you. Can you see me? A: You’re dead, Olive. O: Yeah, I am. But that doesn’t change the fact that I know every inch of you. I have you memorized. Together, we make one finely-tuned machine. Tear us apart, and we’re scrap metal. A: I don’t understand. DF: Adrian, break away from her. She’s all in your head. O: Maybe that’s true. Maybe I’m all in your head. But what if what’s in your head is more real than reality? Do you dare to play the ultimate mind game? A: You’re not real? O: Are you stupid? Of course I’m real, to the person that matters. And that’s you. So for the last time, can you see me? A: I can’t. (high-pitched drone) ADRIAN: What happened? DR. FOSTER: Thank god, you’re okay. How do you feel? A: I have an awful headache. DF: I’d expect so. Do you see Olive anywhere? A: No…she’s gone. I think she’s gone for good this time. DF: So I shouldn’t tell your mother about your hyper-real hallucinations? A: God, no. She’ll just give me another pill. DF: Well, there’s only one kind of medicine that I believe in. Tootsie Roll Pop? A: Seriously? Do you ever give up? DF: Not really, no. A: One last thing, Dr. Foster. DF: What can I do for you? A: This is real, right? You can see me? DF: Yes, Adrian. I can see you.