WILLIAM. [Without looking up, his hands folded in his lap.] Take me back with you, Mr. Grimm?
PETER. Can you see me, William?
WILLIAM. No, sir; but I know.
PETER. Come here. [WILLIAM doesn't move.] Here … here … [WILLIAM advances to the center of the room and pauses hesitatingly.] Take my hand … [WILLIAM approaches in the direction of the voice. PETER takes WILLIAM'S outstretched hand.] Have you got it?
WILLIAM. No, sir….
PETER. [Putting his hand on WILLIAM'S head.] Now?… Do you feel it?
WILLIAM. I feel something, yes, sir. [Puts his hand on PETER'S hand, which is still on his head.] But where's your hand? There's nothing there.
PETER. But you hear me?
WILLIAM. I can't really hear you…. It's a dream. [Coaxingly.] Oh, Mr.
Grimm, take me back with you.
PETER. You're not quite ready to go with me yet, William—not until we can see each other face to face.