Hippotherapist

"Thanks for coming with me," said Val. "I'm just so nervous."

I shrugged. "I don't think there's much to worry about. Hypnotism isn't mind control."

"What-ism?" Val paused with his hand on the doorknob.

"I thought you said you were going to a hypnotherapist? You wanted to stop smoking, right?"

"Hypno? With an 'n'? Are you sure?"

"Yes," I laughed. "It's definitely got the 'n' in there. From 'hypnos,' the Greek word for sleep. Because of the trance."

From inside the office, there came a soft splashing noise and the creaking of a wooden chair under a terrible strain...