"Yes, I rather suppose it might." Hank said quietly. "Unfortunately I do not know how to prevent her from going between realities given that I was not aware she was still able at all, much less that she had regular inter-dimensional coffee stops." And now he was tapping his glasses against his chin. He tended to move at least a little while thinking.

"Would you be mortally offended if I composed a list of therapists in the area here I trust that may be willing to take on a case such as yours? As this world is, one assumes, not like your own certainly attending a practice here could not threaten your status there correct?"