"Well, you should see this number," she said. "It begins with me wigglin' like this." * * * * * She began to swing about the room. I had to confess to myself that, standing there, her dark eyes flashing, her long, rather--uh--shapely legs, and--um--well, it was obvious that if anyone were better qualified to interpret love, I had never seen it. But as I observed her closely, she seemed truly agitated. "Why, I even learned a couple of new languages, so I could sing a part of my song in each language--one from each planet." "Er--I believe we can dispense with that." "But that's just it, Doc. I gotta tell you about it. It's all sort of symbolic, see? A sort of United Planets number. The idea is that all of the planets are held together by love, real, solid love, the kind that grips you." It was most apparent to me at that juncture that her--um--talents _were_ of the--um--gripping variety. I begged her, however, to come to the source of her difficulty. "Well, the number's comin' along terrific. I got it down perfect, every movement, every swing and every sway. I feel I reached a new peak in my art, when--just a couple of days ago--it happens." I begged her to be explicit. "Well, I'm doing the routine in my dressing-room, see? First the singing as a tease, see? Then the bubbles, then I start playin' with the anti-gravity zippers, see? Well, I get my skirt off, and then my blouse, and I've got panties and a brassiere, of course, using the skirt as a kind of screen, see? Well, there I am--" "Yes?" "In my panties and bra, of course." "Of course." "Usin' the skirt as a sort of a fan, see? Then I get to the part where I suddenly lift the skirt over my head, and I give a sort of wiggle--well, it ain't a wiggle, exactly, with my hips, and then--" "Yes, yes, and then, Miss LaTour?" "That's it, Doc," she said unhappily. "That's when it happened. One minute I was standin' there in my room, practicin', and then--the room wasn't there anymore." I watched her closely--observing her reactions, of course. "Where do you suppose the room went?" "I dunno. It just wasn't there." "And--uh--where were you?" "That's the funniest part of it. I didn't seem to be in a room at all. I seemed to be in a large, open space and, Doc, _there was sand under my feet_!" Her particular hallucination began to take coherent--um--shape in my mind, now. "You say there was sand under your feet--and you were out-of-doors?" "Like in some sort of desert, Doc. And Doc--_there was someone coming toward me_!" "I see. A--man, doubtless." "Yeah, yeah! And when he saw me standing there, he came rushing at me. Well, I remembered I didn't have much on, so I lowered my skirt." "I see. And this man. He--chased you?" "Well--no. When I lowered my skirt, he stopped." "He--stopped." "Yeah. Well, I figures here's a man, and I got my new routine, let's try it out. So I raised my skirt again, watching his face, and went on from there."