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remember. I felt that something would come over the trees . . . and grab me. I remembered that feeling when I saw that thing last April." It was significant that he had immediately connected the two incidents. I pressed him for more details. "I couldn't make out much more than that it looked large, it looked low, and it was aglow when it went into the bushes. It was like you're expecting something to come out and surprise you. . . . That's the feeling I had when I saw this thing . . . . What it was, I don't know, but it stuck in my mind at that point. It was sort of light green, a soft green with maybe a little yellow in it. "I had no time to study it. I don't know if it was there a long time or not. It went into the trees beyond my ability to see it, and I was waiting. I had the feeling that something was going to grab me . . . that' s why it stayed with me an.d l had n\gh\mnr�s nbou\ that for quite some time." His phrase "and I was waiting" is a curious one, but then every detail he related was suggestive of the abduction scenario. He had no specific recollections of any time problems, but the incident had happened years before, when he had been only about sixteen years old. I phrased my next question with a sense of foreboding. I asked what year he was born. "Nineteen-forty-three,'' he answered. "What has that got to do with it?" I said something about "various patterns," and then came out with it: "You don 't remember any kind of unusual childhood in j ury or accident involving, say, a laceration or an unexplained time problem or . . . " His answer interrupted the question. "There is one thing that's always been a mystery. My mother even gave me a beating because I said I didn't know how I did it. It is a cut on my knee and I don't know how I did it. I was playing in the back yard and I don't remember gashing it, but I had a tremen dous cut on my knee. and I have the scar to this day. The flesh was open to a fairly deep level My family doctor said to me, 'My God, you must have been playing hard. What did you tear yourself up on. metal?' 'No, I was j ust j umping,' I said. That was the only thing I could think of that might have caused it. I realized after I j umped that there was a little bit of blood." I asked how old he was when this happened. "Around seven, I'd say, because I was still in Brooklyn." When I inquired about the surroundings, he said that there