"That's me!" she exclaimed. "That's what I told him four years ago!"
"Quiet, Summer," I commanded, looking at her curiously. "I think I may be able to get something out of Wyn now."
Despite total lack of response when regressed to ages 22 and 20, I regressed him to age 18. He stirred and murmured. His eyelids fluttered.
"What do you see?" I asked eagerly. "What are you doing?"
"Wyn?" he exclaimed. His voice was clear and treble, the voice of a woman, as he called his own name. He clenched his fists, and moved his head from side to side. "Wyn, I'm going to have a baby!"
"What!" I exploded, amazed. "Wyn, what do you see?"
He opened his eyes.
"Why, I see you, Don," he said in his normal hearty voice. "What else should I see?"
With a suddenness I never have seen before or since, he had come out of the hypnotic state. I was afraid to delve any deeper. I didn't try hypnosis again.