And I remember feeling . . , feeling jealous that I couldn't go. I'm his mother. It wasn't right.

It made me look bad. It made me look like I didn't care." (Annie Gottlieb did not leave her room, and did not speak to our son.)

Budd Hopkins: "When you hear him calling, do you feel your legs tensing?"

"Yes! Usually Whitley goes but this one sounded bad and I wanted to go. It sounded different and I wanted to go too. Wha — I thought there was something in there?"

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know. It's like there was a friend or something. It's just a memory." (Afterward, she said that this referred to our bedroom, that she thought she had seen "a friend." She would not elaborate. When questioned again about it two weeks later she had nothing to add at all.)

"What was restraining you?"

"I didn't feel restrained. I just felt like I wasn't supposed to go."

Budd Hopkins: "Have you obeyed other things like that in your life?"

"I wonder if I have."

"Is it a familiar feeling?"

"No... no... But I used to always do it, you know."

"Do what?"

"If there was choice, I'd do it. Because if you do it at least you've done it, you know."

"What do you mean?"

"I just mean that I don't think I was a person who didn't do thins. That's not true."

"So this is a variant."

"It's not though, because Whitley's the one that gets up at night."

"OK, so can we shift now to morning?"

"I don't remember it specifically. I don't. I'm trying to remember. I don't remember what we had for breakfast. I remember going swimming. Wanting to see if Jacques could do it. It was cold. I couldn't do it. Or did I? I don't think I even tried. I put on my bathing suit but I couldn't even get my feet in. I felt bad because Whitley got in. But nobody but Jacques got in.

Not even Whitley got in. If he did it was only for a short period. Annie did, I thought just to stay even with Jacques because she's smaller than I am. We all wanted to see if Jacques could; it's kind of a joke."

"You don't remember what you had for breakfast. Do you remember the atmosphere around the table?"

"It was pleasant, I think. Pleasant."

"How was your son?"

"I don't remember. He was fine."

"All right. Is there anything else you want to say about that October fourth night. October fifth morning."

"Well, I found it funny when I woke up that the roof wasn't burned."

"You found it funny that the roof wasn't burned?"

"Yeah. 'Cause I thought it was gonna be."

Budd Hopkins: "What about the bang?"

"Maybe that's why it seemed so active that night."

"What do you mean?"

"Maybe it was noisy."

"What kind of noises?"

"[Long pause.] Don't remember."

"Can you describe them in any ways