Betty hastily slipped into her own clothes. She felt secure in them. They provided a link with things familiar—home, family, and friends.
Betty: I’m getting dressed, and I put the garment down on the floor. And the garment seems to—sort of stick somehow to the stuff there…stick, although it didn’t feel sticky on me, but it seems like it sticks there. I’m still trying to get dressed. I wonder what they are going to put me through next.
Betty finished dressing and shouted to her captors, “I’m ready! I’m ready!”
The door whooshed open and there they were. Again the two gnomelike beings asked her to follow them. Somehow she was automatically drawn between them, and they glided forward effortlessly. Betty found herself ...