When her condition was diagnosed, it was all about coming and going.
She seemed to have had problems with doors all her life. Well, portals really. She would go through a door in order to get somewhere, either inside or out, but returning through the same door she would often wind up somewhere else! It was confusing, and often really inconvenient. When it first started, at a very young age, she and her parents put it down to her having a poor memory. Now, approaching twenty, she was taking the whole thing much more seriously and she was determined to get to the bottom of it.
The recent experience of getting on a bus just across the street from where she worked, and then moments later getting off a train, not far from where she lived, was the final straw. She knew she had to do something about it. The door thing was bad enough, but the buses and trains fiasco was definitely not on. The incident had certainly frightened her. From the point of view of her leaving work and arriving home at around her regular time, it was not an actual problem. However, beyond that, it was a nightmare!
That evening she opened her laptop and searched for psychology services. She found what she considered to be the best. He was one of the top psychologists in the city, and probably the most expensive. The next morning she made the earliest possible appointment.
The early morning session went well. The man certainly gave the impression that he knew what he was about. At the end of the hour she felt more confident about the whole thing than ever before, throughout all the dreadful years she had suffered from the condition. His diagnosis was based on the idea that she was simply having hallucinations. The drug he prescribed would sharpen up her senses. She filled the prescription on the way to work. As soon as she arrived in the office she took a tablet. For the remainder of the day she felt amazingly relaxed. Just before leaving work she used the ladies room.
When she came out of the cubicle, she found herself somewhere else. She looked around, it was somewhere else entirely! She followed the passage until she emerged into a huge, high vaulted hall with odd-looking figures moving around slowly at the far end. She looked up at the strangely illuminated sign.
It read, ‘Magnasia 7 Space Port’.