What can you write about this? Well, after I will hit my head against the door I am going to check things out (outside), then I will report back. Aaww.
A lot of remedying seems necessary here. When two parts of the brain play tricks on each other, usually one ends up trying to choke the other. Ah. Since our brain was hit by said door, and the imaginary doctor didn't arrive quite in time, we can only experience a sense of wonderment about the stars and the birds. This experience is just like what Ralph came across when he went through mother's knickers. She kept them locked up, but he got a key made. There was no two ways to explain it, but it simply came down to his liking fine fabrics.