"Do you people have trouble with your eyes? No, that's not it. I can't touch you. And I'd expected to bring back some artifacts. I am terribly disappointed."
"I'm sorry."
"And well you might be. It's going to be extremely difficult going around asking people a lot of questions when they can't see me. You must have had quite a start."
"Stop it! Stop it! My head. Oh, dear God, my head!" Julia got up. "I'm going out!"
"You are having trouble with the thought projection. I'll sit down and be quiet for a moment."
The voice stopped. Julia paused at the door. The room was quiet. Breathing! She heard breathing. Her own? She held her breath. It was there in the room. She was sure of it.
It was a whisper in her throat. "You are real."
The faucet, the water, the knock on the door. "You are real!"
If she held on, it would pass like gas. "You are real!"