 She said, sure. She knew I wanted to talk to her. And I said, I heard what you said yesterday on the beach. She said, what are you talking about? I said, I heard you say that I, why didn't he listen? Why did he go out? I told him it was dangerous. Richard, I watched the blood drain out of my friend Mary's face. We both knew what it had meant. We've never given any thought to when consciousness is on and when it's off. I had told her the day before, I had died and can't come back. But none of my friends had heard of it either.