I was looking at her, but through her, like I was trying to get past the real, going for the illusion, the dream, the ideal, the ideal that's behind every person, when, what you want it to be, and my ideal of her was living. She was alive. But then the monkey began to flick his lips, and made humming noises, and I hated it. I hadn't Seen him do it. That's what I told them.
State contends something else.