Ben relaxed into his chair, as if some weight had been removed. He felt like he'd been found out. Yes, he was here for himself. It was time to admit he needed help. If he had been the doctor in the other chair, he would have said the same things. God, it was weird to think that way.
"Tell me," he said, not exactly ignoring the questions, but feeling he needed a bit more information before he answered. "Do you think what I did was rational? Buying the gun, believing the dreams carried some kind of message."
Meanwhile, Ben privately wondered if his wife had continued dreaming about him, now that he was out of the house: either on the island or as any part of her life.