Mhmm, right. *scribbles down more notes*
*looks back up to you*
Sarah, you are seriously sick. You need to go to a happy place where none of this craziness will affect you anymore. You can have a happy life now.
You need to go to the Mental Asylum on Shutter Island. It's the only way.
*closes handbag, puts away clipboard, etc*
I'm going to leave now, Sarah. Just wait here, someone will escort you to Shutter Island in a couple of minutes.