Two hours later he seated her before the projection screen and went back to the projector.
"If you're sure this isn't going to embarrass you...." she began.
"It won't," he assured her. "I haven't seen any of it yet, except a few interesting glimpses I caught in the darkroom. But if you look like some of the things I saw...."
"Just what do you mean?"
"Wait and see." He switched on the projector and came back to sit down beside her.
As the first picture appeared on the screen, only an indistinct white pillar was visible. It swirled, thickened, grew more distinct. A face appeared. "It's you," he said.
"Yes," she said. "And then I turned up the power to bring the image up stronger."
The image on the screen clarified. He drew a long breath. "Nice!" he breathed. "And I gather that's where you socked me?"
"Don't you think I should have? Is that all you've ever got in your head...."
"Wait a minute," he said in a strained voice. "There's more of what's in my head, apparently. But I swear I never saw any of that before!"