But Borne sensed this, Borne knew what was happening within and without. The space widened and a dull green light came from the flesh walls all around to let me see and a flesh book extended out of the wall and on a shelf that formed I saw a flesh telephone. The telephone shook like it was ringing. I picked up the receiver. “Hello,” I whispered. “This is Borne. This is Borne calling you.” “I know,” I said. I felt like a child on a pretend phone, having a chat with an imaginary friend.
