"Where the hell am I? I'm way out in the country. I thought I was, uh — you know, I'm just scared to death. I'm totally coming out of it. I'm not out of it, either. I'm wrong."

"Try to relax."

"I'm just scared to death, Don."

"Just relax. Sit back, relax. The fear is real but it can't hurt you. Just relax. When did the fear start?"

"When I realized I was driving down this road and I didn't have any idea where I was. I was in the woods on a dirt road — where — what — how'd I get here? So sick of — I was driving down the highway, then I see this weird white pickup. Then I'm all jumbled up and confused. Then I'm sitting in my car on this road scared to death."

"Do you have any recollection of two people to uniforms being there?"

"I'm just sitting in my car alone."

"Anybody tell you to go back?"

"Yeah. He says to me, 'Get out of here.' Then this lady on the other side says, 'We don't want you here.' I say, 'Who are you?' She looks at me with a real mean look on her face. She's a — real mean"

"What are they wearing?"

"I mostly looked at the one over on this side." (Passenger side.) "I thought that was a woman. You know, I just can't tell what's going on here. I don't know what the hell happened.

Because the next thing I know, I'm on the road again. I'm going back home."

"I want you to relax. Relax. Let your body go limp. Relax. Deeply asleep again. Deeply asleep. Stay calm. I want you to report. Be a reporter. Tell me what happens. I want you to go back to that long room. You are looking into the eyes of this person. You said this was a woman. Why do you think it's a woman?"

"Because it is."

"Did you hear her talking?"

"No. She told me a long time ago."

"This is somebody you know."

"I don't know."

"Remind you of anybody?"

"I don't know. Don't ask me."

"Try to stay with it."

"Yes — reminds — somebody — I — [Gasping. Evident severe distress.]"

"Try to go on."

"I can't, because I can't make any sense out of it. It's like there are huge, swirling... she's got something, she points it at me, it makes tremendous, swirling pictures in my mind, of — I don't know what it's of. It's not of anything. It's like, uh — it's sickening. It's very — they're pictures of abstractions. Things fitted together. [Pause.] I feel much calmer, much better."

"Why do you feel that?"

"I don't know. Just do."

"What did she do?"

"Because of these pictures."

"'They made you feel better?"