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(This time, I found myself standing in the doorway of an office building in New York City. I do not know what floor it was on, except that it was at least several floors up. It was not an office I had ever been in, yet was next door to an office I used to visit occasionally when Jane and I lived in Tenafly, NJ, and I was free-lancing as an artist in NYC. The building could be the Carnegie Hall office building, or one very close to Carnegie Hall, on 57th St. I do not recall the street number. The publisher I worked for occasionally was Charles Biro, the time was around 1955. I do not know whether he is still located there, or what has happened to him, not having seen him since.

(However, I never moved from my position just inside the open office doorway. I saw nobody else, and recall nothing else of the office itself. It seemed that I watched the girl struggling with the window for some seconds—certainly long enough for the vision to have definite, measurable duration. I never did open the window for her.