"I don't understand. I can see you. Here, take my hand."
For a moment, Julia hoped. There was nothing.
"Why, I can't touch you!"
Not even a breath of wind.
Julia walked over to the dresser and took a package of cigarettes out of her handbag. She carried it over to the sofa and sat down.
"You walked through me!"
She lit the cigarette, inhaled deeply and blew out the smoke in a long steady stream. When she was a little girl and she had a sharp pain in her side, her mother would say it's only gas, hold on, it'll pass.
She would hold on.... Mother, help me!
The voice in her head. "I wish I had paid more attention to those scientists. What was it they said? I had so much to do before I left. Something about transporting living matter.... Are you sure I'm invisible?"
"I can't see you."