Radcliffe nodded. "I can sense everything except colors. Everything seems black, white and gray to me." He paused wearily. "Otherwise, there's no difference. No one else knew about it. Not even my wife."
Keller nodded. "Now, let's try it again. Concentrate on the moment when you entered here and saw me for the first time."
He flashed a thought to Sally. **Those Creatures were his fear of the unknown. He's got a lot of fright in there. Probably afraid that the killer would jump out at him from some shadowy corner. I don't quite see how he could visualize different colors, having never seen them before—but that's probably my interpretation of them. Here goes.**
The image:
Heat. Light. The teddy bear rising up again. Fear. THE MAN WHO FLEW. The snake again—coiling—striking—missing. Fleeing. Dying. Melting walls. Voices around him—laughing—shrieking. Colors of the rainbow. The creature dying—dead—dissolving. No more....
Voices again. Talking to him. Telling him—what? His life flashing before him—stopping. His brain—undressing? Hole in the air at—the desk? Fear. THE MAN WHO FLEW. Fear-terror-hate-revenge ... determination....
**Sally? Did you catch all that mess?**
**Unfortunately.**
**Something's wrong, Sally. I should be seeing something akin to the actual events through his eyes. Instead all I get is this meaningless stuff—unless—oh, God, now I see!** Pause. **I wonder who the Man Who Flew is?**
**You've got me. And how about the dissolving creature?**