Theapist: Why are you here? Rayne: Constant stomach pain. Rayne: But the docs can’t find anything wrong with me. Theapist: So they assumed it was mental. Rayne: I assumed they were incompetent. Theapist: And you came here. Rayne: Yep. Rayne: Right after I went to the fortune teller. Rayne: And the dude that washes my car. Rayne: He’s a surprisingly good diagnostician.