I meet this man that I've just been talking about, the normal human part of it. And he proceeds to tell me of his encounter experience, which is total blackness. He doesn't remember anything about it except it happened, and he was reading a detective novel. He was a boy when it happened. I met him when he was a boy, too, or a version of him. And he came away from the experience, he said, with only one thing. He had been remembered that he had been told to underline a name in a detective novel he was reading, and he was told that this person knew something that he had been told never to discuss with anybody ever. The name in the detective novel was the name of the guy who witnessed that sexual encounter with a visitor.