"If you would, please take the ping pong ball and put it at the top of your forehead against your hairline," Dr Jakes said, getting the syringe ready. "Perfect. The needle is tiny. You may not feel anything." He administered the injection as expertly as he could, using the ball as the midpoint to map the forehead in his imagination. "I hope that was all right. Next, if you would put the ping pong ball in your mouth and hold it between your lips, please. Thank you." Another syringe was emptied and everything seemed to be going extremely well. "I think you'll be pleased with the results, which you'll begin to see in 2 days or less." Dr Jakes' client remained silent. "After discovering the treatment quite by accident, I've worked on a number of other spirits who long to be just corporeal enough to experience being semi-solid and seen again, but not have everything look fake." The ping pong ball floated back to him, but the doctor could see the misty tips of cloud-like fingers. "It's starting really well," he said with a smile. "Botox is a wonder."