As Cynthia retold the events, Wiebke uncapped one of the pens sitting in the front pocket of her blazer, then opened up the copy of her file, jotting a few notes. She had been diagnosed as a schizophrenic, and the events she was telling her didn’t quite match the typical symptoms, though there was definitely evidence that Cynthia’s perception of the world was a little distorted.<br/><br/><em>Certainly delusional…past repressed exploitation possible…no indication of paranoia yet.</em><br/><br/>“It would seem, Cynthia,” Wiebke began, speaking slowly as she finished scrawling her notes in a loopy, yet nearly illegible script. “…that the main cause of your problems is your grip on reality. From what you told me, the entire ordeal you described is a little hazy,<em>nein</em>? Have you had problems in the past recounting events and their details?”<br/>