Unfortunately for Fidget, this is the real world and his constant spinning and seeming confusion about his name and brother got the attention of the school councelor and principle. They tried their hardest to bring Fidget back to reality, only pushing him farther away by calling him Ralph. Further and further down the rabbit hole he went and he sure as hell wasn't in Kansas, nor was he ever.

An intervention was staged, his parents invited. Let's not even try to talk about what happened. It failed and the staff found out the parents were even worse than the kid. Child protective services were called and Fidget was taken from his parents and entered therapy.

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There, he could freely spin as the therapists tried to persuade him that Fidget did not exist and that he was Ralph. I mean, how were they supposed to know any better? All they could do is continue to talk to him while writing on their clipboards behind his back, assigning all sorts of titles to him. From autism to dissociative personality did they deem him without being able to see the true problem. They did not see Mt Tai.

As for Fidget, he was becoming Ralph and Ralph Fidget. They were combining into one and Fidget continued to play with his twin brother, refusing to let the therapists take him away as he spun it then spun himself.

And within him that seed grew larger and larger, as if it was about to explode and grant him enlightenment. There was no turning back.