The hairs on the back of my neck stand up and I feel the figure appear, insinuating itself into the space out of little bits that were already there. I turn and see that he is plain and neatly-dressed. He is also the walls, the skyline, and the air I am breathing, but I appreciate the gesture of assuming a human form. It is disconcerting to have a voice enter your mind without the usual intervention of a mouth and the disturbance of airwaves.
"Thank you. I am sorry. to contact you. in this manner. I confess. I have been. concerned. about you. I suppose. everyone. is distressed. by the great. shift. I was not. entirely sure. whether it was. a change that you. sought. I wanted to. ask you. if there is anything. I can do. to help. in a theraputic. context. or otherwise."