She remains silent, looking at the recorder as though it might reveal its secrets through vision instead of sound -- but her glance flicks to Cooper frequently.

"Diane. I'm in a darkened corridor..."

As he describes what he's -- not seeing, but experiencing, she listens carefully; taking note of the words said as well as the inflections of his speech.

"...the ceiling might be a little lower."


"I had scrambled eggs for breakfast this morning."

Moiraine's lips tighten.