"Very stupid. These hands are too fragile. There are no muscles in the arms. I couldn't have killed you."
"Please—I ..."
"Dreaming? No. I'm surprised at—well, at your surprise. You have a trained mind. You should have learned, long ago, to trust your senses."
"I don't understand."
"Don't look at the doorway. Nobody's coming in. Look at me. Give me a little attention and I'll explain."
"Explain?" Lorry pulled her eyes down to the cherubic little face as she parroted dully.
"I'll begin by reminding you that there are more things in existence than your obscene medical books tell you about."
"Who are you? What are you?"
"One of those things."
"You're not a baby!"