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oth settled back for the rest of the drive home. We were silent, but I was
sitting there, sore, and thinking about the craft in the air that we had both
seen, and wondering what had really occurred. I went through all the
possibilities — an epileptic fit, a knock on the head, exposure to the light.
But it was all ridiculous and nothing made sense. Even though I knew I
was missing some time, as if I had been unconscious, I drew a blank on the
reason why.
When I brought it up again, which I did every so often as we were
driving home that night, Andrew basically said it was just my imagination,
or a daydream or something like that. That made no more sense to me than
the epilepsy theory. How could both of us have imagined such a thing? I
kept on until he told me to shut up. I did leave it for a while, but I couldn’t
keep quiet. Like a terrier, I held my grip. I knew that we had missed some
time.
That craft . . . three times. I was thinking, it was five hours, and it
waited. Obviously the sightings were all interconnected. But I didn’t
automatically leap to the conclusion that anything else had happened to us
or, for that matter, that we’d even stopped the car. I was simply confused
about an apparent time lapse and, as I said, at the time I knew absolutely
nothing about UFOs.
Andrew and I started arguing about what time we had left Eva’s
house. I was convinced I’d blacked out, but neither of us wore a watch, so
we couldn’t settle it until we actually got home. The first thing we did
when we arrived home was to go into the kitchen and look at the clock. It
said 2.30 am.
‘See, Kelly, I told you we haven’t lost any time. It took us only an
hour and a half to get home, our usual time.’
‘What do you mean? Did you check the clock before you left? If we
spent only an hour and a half getting home, that means we left at 1.00 am. I
know for a fact that we didn’t leave then: we left between 11.30 pm and
midnight.’
What I was trying to tell him was that if we had left at 11.30 pm and
arrived home at 2.30 am, our hour and a half of travel actually took three
hours. That was impossible. An hour and a half was missing somewhere,
exactly as I had believed after the light disappeared. But I obviously didn’t
make myself clear enough, because we didn’t settle it and each of us was
convinced that we were right.