Before he could take full control of his body, a thought came:
**Rick? How did you come out?**
He flashed her the image. **Lousy. I can't get a true impression-picture to save my life. Just a lousy nightmare, fantasy-symbolism deal. But I did get something out of that mess. I'll let you know about it as soon as I verify it.**
To Radcliffe, since the time when Keller had stopped talking until right now, as Keller opened his eyes and frowned in thought, no time had elapsed. In actuality, the time taken was one and one-half microseconds.
Keller flashed: **Sally, tune in on this conversation, please.**
"Radcliffe," he said slowly, "When did you lose your sight?"
The other man sat up rigidly, then relaxed.
"How did you find out? Did you scan it?"
"No. When I was receiving your impressions, I caught an idea of melting walls. Then there were nameless creatures and demons floating around. I examined your senses when I came out, and saw that you were blind. What is it—sort of a sight perception-tuning sense?"