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"T’m just waiting for the light to turn green”, she said. At this point, her voice became panicked. “Oh my God, Patrick! What did you do?" was wrong. "Oh my God, Patrick!” the woman was saying. “What did you do? There’s a towel in the back seat. Get it." I reassured Pat that everything was alright, and asked her to explain to me what was happening. She told me that she was sitting at a traffic light in a small town waiting for the light to change, and her son had been trying to open a tin of cookies someone gave them after the funeral. He couldn’t open them, and she told him to get the penknife out of the glove compartment. Somehow he managed to cut his hand, and she was panicked by the copious amounts of blood. So, there they are, sitting at a traffic light all of a sudden, and Patrick’s hand is bleeding - a lot. Pat was agitated and upset all out of proportion to what was happening. Something was upsetting her, and not just the cut on her son’s hand. She was breathing very fast and had raised her arms to her chest and crossed them, as though she was trying to protect herself. I I realized that we needed to understand how she skipped from the approach to the blue light to a little town fifty miles down the road. I asked her about this, and she was distressed to not know how she suddenly arrived at this traffic light. How did she travel 50 miles without being aware of it? What happened to the blue light? I stopped her, and suggested that we start over again. I directed her to go back to the beginning, back to the turnpike, and start over. But it was futile. Every time we went through it, it skipped from the approach toward the blue light, and skipped to the traffic light 50 miles down the road, and her son was opening the tin of cookies with the miles. Frank was pretty excited and kept whispering to me that this was a “real alien abduction”. I was just as insistent that “real abductions” a4 a , 4 1 tw might be something other than aliens. Indeed, I was open to a lot of ideas, but for some reason, I had drawn the line at aliens. 71 High Strangeness — Part One "What?” I asked. It was clear that something was going on in her memory. Something reassured her that she and her son were safe. "Let’s go through it again, a little more slowly this time”, I said. knife and cutting his hand. I was pretty determined to find out what happened during those 50