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Then I was in an elevator car inside the building, and rising toward the house on the roof. Jane wasn’t with me. Another, older lady was having trouble repairing a small mechanism that was fastened to the wall beside the car’s door. I offered to fix it for her; this involved my turning some large screws into place by hand. While I was doing so, the elevator stopped at a floor and the door opened. The lady left, and I hurriedly inserted the last few screws while the door stayed open. Just as I finished — or perhaps nearly so — the door began to close. I leaped toward it. I wedged my shoulder between the door and its frame and forced the door open enough so that I could squeeze out into a hallway of the hospital. The door shut behind me.

[...] She fell to the floor, breaking a plate as she did so.

[...] When she returned to the house she saw her body upon the floor … Her husband remarried seven months later. [...]

[...] I visualized myself walking across it and felt the wooden flooring beneath my feet. [...]

[...] But without it, we couldn’t even get out of bed in the morning or breathe, much less walk across the floor. [...]

[...] She upset the whole floor, ran screaming up and down the halls, threw dishes at the nurses and was completely irrational.”

“There were windows in the front room, though, and benches and a stone floor. [...]

[...] Jane went to see what was wrong and found that Miss C had fallen on the floor, was suffering from severe lapses of memory and was in very poor condition. [...]