Just sort of darting around. And there's a whole row of people — little people — standing quietly over there on a little — they're a little higher than I am. And I'm still just — my mind is whirring and whirring and whirring like I'm short-circuited. I mean, it's a — a — on — like I'm on overdrive or something. And I have this feeling that I could kick my way out or dig my way out or something."

"Are they communicating with you?"

"You're just there?"

"I'm just sitting there."

"Are they paying attention to you?"

"Yes. There's one of them now sitting down in front of me staring right at me, and she's completely different from the others. The others are all very small people. This one is tall and thin. And she's sitting down. She's all gangly. I don't know what to ale of that. I don't know what to make of this. Where the hell — how the hell — you know, it's like I can't see. I just don't know what the hell to make of this. It's just impossible. It's totally impossible. It can't be like this."

"Maybe it's not like that."

"How the hell is it, then?"

"Look at it very hard, see if you see any changes. Look at it very hard."

"She's staring right back at me. She looks like a big bug. Just sitting there, staring at me."

"Are you staring back?"

"I don't know what exactly I'm doing. I'm feeling very sad "

"Sad?

"Sad. Yeah, I'm looking at her. She's looking at me."

"Do you know why?"

"No idea. I just don't understand it. It's very hard to understand."

"You say she looks like a bug?"

"Yeah. Great big black eyes. She's sort of brown She has a little, tiny mouth. She's chin."

"She have antennae".

"No."

"She have hair?"

"No, she's bald."

"She have ears?"

"I don't see any."

"Eyebrows?"

"No."

"Does she have a nose?"

"A little bitty tiny sort of two-holed nose."

"A nose, . or just t he holes?"

"I guess it's there."

"What's the mouth like?"

"It's straight and sort of — it's straight and — for some reason it's a little hard to look at."

"Try to make it out. Horizontal lips?"

"Yeah. It's very slight. Just an opening. Very slight lips. Sitting there like that." (I drew my hands around my knees to demonstrate the position. Then I paused, remembering a confusion of images.) "Something happened to me just then. She sat there for a long time, then put a hand out, put it under my shirt and under my sweater and under me and put it right up against my chest, on the side of my chest. And it felt sort of soft, and it's-it doesn't feel bad to be touched like that by that thing. And she takes her hand away.