"Time is impossible to control. It may slow down and it may speed up. But you can't control it!" I scolded the girl in front of me.
"No, you can!" The girl cried.
"You're mistaken, my dear." I stood back up, smiling down at the girl. I drummed my fingers on the wooden desk in front of me.
"But I've experienced it." The girl struggled in her straitjacket, her expression creased with displeasure.
"You haven't." I sighed.
"I have!" The girl cried, blinking away a few tears of frustration.
And right before my eyes, the girl left.