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Show 62. could have taken me in that UFO?" Mr. Corrigan sat forward and put his drink on the table. "Do you have reason to believe that?" "No," JD answered quickly, opting for a half-lie. "No, I just wondered, you know, if something like that could happen to a person without his knowing it." Mr. Corrigan didn't look convinced. "Do you suspect," he emphasized the word, "something further happened to you during that time?" JD squirmed. "You see, I don't know. I felt pretty terrible all that next day. My skin felt funny. My hands and face, where I wasn't covered, got kind of tingly." "I've heard similar reports from another sub-committee I'm in touch with. Close encounters have produced quite a variety of symptoms." "Like dizziness?" Corrigan nodded. "And nausea?" He nodded again. Then there was a long, finally uncomfortable silence in the room. JD wondered if they were finished, but when Mr. Corrigan stood up, he was only after more ice. "And you still can't remember anything that happened during the time the UFO was there in the clearing, after you approached it? How long a time period was that again?" "An hour, I guess," JD was saying it for the third time. "But it's hard to say when you have a mind blank that way. I felt like it had been about an hour before I recognized Stephanie standing over me." "You know," Corrigan sat down once more, shaking the ice around in his glass. "There are a lot of different theories. Some UFOlogists believe there's mental control from the operators of the UFO's over the human beings they encounter." "You mean to make a person forget everything?" "Yes, or to perform a certain way. Possibly even to be so confused he'll never make sense to anyone." JD wished he could tell him. He had liked Mr. Corrigan from the start. He also liked being treated like an adult. He thought of Mr. Grosbeck and Bob Gillispie and Lenny Jones. They were so used to thinking of him as a kid, they never shifted gears to anything else. He |