By day 3, there are . They sing in overlapping harmonies. They rewrite her internal monologue into show tunes. They literally block her vision with choreographed dance numbers during meetings.
Iris pauses. Smiles slightly. Says: “I’m… feeling myself. Fine. And dandy. But today, mostly just fine.” Ifeelmyself Fine And Dandy 1
Iris takes a leave of absence. She sees a neurologist (nothing physically wrong) and a therapist who specializes in dissociation. The Dandies don’t disappear—they fuse . By day 3, there are