"Oh, it was during the middle of the night. Yeah."

"Tell me about that."

"Whitley'd been talking about the chimney lately. Feeling it. And he thought the roof was on fire. But I didn't see how the roof could be on fire because there were no flames and there was no light." (I woke her up the first time when I was awakened by the light that passed by the windows. By the time she was aroused, it had reduced to a small glow in the front yard.)

"If the roof's on fire you'd see the roof all lit up. He saw a light that I didn't see."

"Did he tell you about the light when he woke up?"

"Well, he said... I don't remember how he did but I had the impression that he saw flames or light. Not flames. It didn't make sense to me."

"Is it possible you didn't open your eyes?"

"Yeah."

"'That's possible?"

"Yeah."

"Yet you do make some references to a light that night."

"That feeling is gone now. But I don't remember it as a restful night."

"You know. Budd is here of course. And you don't mind if he asks some questions?"

"No."

Budd Hopkins: "Did you have any dreams that night?"

"Don't remember."

Budd Hopkins: "You said it had been a restless night. Because of dreams?"

"Let me think. I don't think Whitley was there very much. He was gone. You know, he goes sometimes at night. He goes and works. Or he just goes."

"Where did he go that night?"

"Downstairs."

"You have an impression of Whit being away from the bed?"

"Yes. It's lonely, you know. I wish he wouldn't do that."

"Was it after he said the roof's on fire?"

"I think it was before too He went out, then he came back again. He just was doing things all night."

"It certainly was not a night of sound, deep sleep for you, was it?"

"Well, it doesn't seem to be but I don't remember anything. But it has to be really."

"Did you hear your son?"

" Yes! "

"You heard that?"

"Oh, yes, he sounded so frightened. Really scared."

"Is that very common?"

"He gets nightmares sometimes. But he sounded especially frightened. I remember he sounded really terrified. So frightened. More frightened than usual."

"He screamed, eh?"

"Oh, yes. Oh, yes! It's painful to hear." (Nobody else remembered him screaming, only calling for me.)

"Is that something that in a normal night's ht's sleep you might sleep through without hearing?"

"Oh, no, no! Whitley usually hears him first, but I always hear him."

"You didn't sleep that soundly?"

"Oh, no. I heard it."

"I know you heard it. But I want to know if you heard it —"

"Oh, no. I heard it. Some nights I might not, but usually I hear it. This you couldn't miss. I mean. it was so loud."

"Did he say words?"