Thompson opened his eyes and gazed about the room. "Yep," he said finally. "Over there in the corner, up by the ceiling."
The doctor didn't even look. He took off his spectacles and inserted them carefully in his coat pocket. Then he fished a quarter from his hip pocket and held it up between two fingers.
"Thompson," he said softly. "Look."
Thompson looked. The quarter spun. The lamp above his face cast a soft green light.
"The little green men aren't there, Thompson."
"Yes, they are," remarked Thompson petulantly.
"No, they're not," soothed the doctor.
"Yes."
"No," said the doctor firmly.
"No?" inquired Thompson sleepily.