The flesh quivered. Stomach and intestines contracted in sympathetic fear. Eyes distended, mouth quivered.
The loud tie remained the same.
"My God! You don't mean it!"
"What are you?" Anders asked quietly.
"What do you mean?" the indignant flesh attached to the tie demanded. Serene within its reality, it gaped at Anders. Its mouth twitched, undeniable proof that it was real and sufficient. "You're drunk," it sneered.
Anders laughed and left the party.
"There is still something you don't know," the voice said. "But you were hot! I could feel you near me."
"What are you?" Anders asked again.
"I don't know," the voice admitted. "I am a person. I am I. I am trapped."