Brian looked up from his Playstation portable, which was easier to haul back and forth from school than his playstation three. He stared at the door for a long moment, wondering why his mother would ever get the idea that he needed to help with this. It wasn't that he wouldn't, Brian was fairly willing to help where he could, it was just that...things always ended up more complicated with him.

Putting the device down, Brian took a deep breath before standing and moving to the door. He'd already been around to see his doctor since coming home, and they'd been working on going through a door and shutting it, without having to do it three times. He needed to keep doing it, the doctor said, not just in sessions but everyday.

It was the only way to get over the compulsion.

So he opened the door to his bedroom slowly, and pushed it open as he stepped across the threshold and looked over at Erica. Don't panic, don't panic, don't panic... kept running through his head as he took a step to the side and moved to close the door.

He could do this. He could close that door just one time and walk away. Hopefully.