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For instance, the individual might be talking along normally enough when he or she hears the sirens of a police car in the distance. Instantly the person might leap up, convinced that that was evidence of the pursuit of the FBI or other agency.

The car with the siren might disappear, yet the alarmed person’s attitude and actions may very well instantly cause his or her companion to realize that something was clearly amiss. The disturbed person may immediately begin a long tirade, describing previous episodes in which he or she was hunted from city to city. There may be further complications, in which the person insists that phones were bugged, letters opened, and privacy was constantly invaded.

[...] At the same time the city fire whistle began to sound insistently; then we heard several other sirens.

(Two automobiles equipped with blaring sirens sped past our apartment house, but Jane didn’t seem to be disturbed. [...]

[...] The sirens continued, reminding me of animals prowling about in the distance. [...]

[...] Jane’s trance had been deep, her pace good, yet she remembered hearing the sirens. [...]

(An ambulance then came across the Walnut Street bridge, siren blaring. It was held up by a car making a turn beneath the traffic light, and so it paused there with siren screaming until the car moved out of the way. [...]

(I now wonder what triggered the episode—empathy with Jane’s material, or did I respond to the piercing sound of the siren, or was it a combination? Perhaps, as well as appreciating the siren with my outer senses, that is my ears, I also felt it.)

(As the sound of the siren began to fade, my old familiar sensation that Seth has called the feeling of sound, swept over me quite strongly from head to toe—the rich tingling, the deep thrilling internally; I felt as though I might be lifted up; this feeling is very pleasant and sensuous now that I am no longer alarmed by it.

[...] With sirens screeching several cars and trucks sped past on Walnut Street, two doors away. [...]

[...] She had been aware of the sirens especially. [...]

[...] The individual — convinced he or she is being pursued by some secretive organization — again, may hear the sirens on a very real police car. [...]

[...] At the same time there was a great clangor outside: Three firetrucks and another vehicle, all with sirens, turned the corner just outside our third-story window, evidently heading toward the temporary entrance to the emergency room. [...]

(The hospital was hardly a quiet place, what with fire trucks and police cars pulling up beneath our window with sirens screeching and wailing, and with people in the hall outside 330 pushing carts that rattled and sounded like a bushel of pots and pans jouncing around — all of this as Jane was ready to begin the session. [...]

[...] “I know I wasn’t in as deep the first time,” she said, “because I heard that siren.” [...]

[...] Jane, as Seth, took a lengthy pause as a fire engine passed the house, its siren screaming.)

[...] The local fire siren had begun to sound. [...]

[...] Just then I could also see a rocket hitting the water and heard the siren go off at base. [...]