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Dr Kwan sits in her white coat on the other side of a large oak desk, studying the results of my scans. I'd guess she's in her fifties. Far-Eastern with glasses and her dark hair cut short. She speaks with a West Coast accent. I'm getting good at telling the difference now.
"So doc, what's the verdict?"
"There doesn't appear to be any cranial damage," she says. "Can you remember when you first began to experience these hallucinations, Mr Walters?"
"I think it was fifteen, sixteen years ago."
"And had you sustained any kind of injury to your head at the time?"
“I’d taken a couple of knocks," I say. "The first one was in a car crash. A blow to the back of the head."
The doctor looks puzzled. "From someone behind you?"
"Nope."
"From a projectile then?"
"I dunno. The car flipped o
