"I dunno. It just wasn't there."
"And—uh—where were you?"
"That's the funniest part of it. I didn't seem to be in a room at all. I seemed to be in a large, open space and, Doc, there was sand under my feet!"
Her particular hallucination began to take coherent—um—shape in my mind, now.
"You say there was sand under your feet—and you were out-of-doors?"
"Like in some sort of desert, Doc. And Doc—there was someone coming toward me!"
"I see. A—man, doubtless."
"Yeah, yeah! And when he saw me standing there, he came rushing at me. Well, I remembered I didn't have much on, so I lowered my skirt."
"I see. And this man. He—chased you?"
"Well—no. When I lowered my skirt, he stopped."