It happens.... You ask "what was that sound?", and everyone looks at you quizzically. Obviously, you were the only one who heard it. A sound, or perhaps a brief bar of music, a voice, a glimpse of a face, a flash of a color, a fleeting sensation, so strange, so unreal that it defies description. No-one else has seen or felt or heard any of these things, but they were real, for you at least. We're in a neat little room, where a neat, lovely lady is now living. It looks like a nice, well kept hotel room - except for one thing... There are bars on the windows.