I went over her body inch by inch. It was unmarked except for a pinkish patch upon her right instep.
Closer examination made me think this had been some superficial injury, such as a chafing, or a light burn
or scald. If so, it had completely healed; the skin was healthy.
In all other ways her case paralleled that of Peters-and the others. She had collapsed, the nurse told me,
without warning while getting dressed to go home. My inquiry was interrupted by an exclamation from
Braile. I turned to the bed and saw that Walters' hand was slowly lifting, trembling as though its raising
was by some terrific strain of will. The index finger was half-pointing. I followed its direction to the
disclosed patch upon the foot. And then I saw her eyes, by that same tremendous effort, focus there.
The strain was too great; the hand dropped, the eyes again were pools of horror. Yet clearly she had
tried to convey to us some message, something that had to do with that healed wound.