She chuckled. (The Buddy I know does not chuckle.) "Stay frosty," she told me again. "Course you can't move. I've got the stick, you know what I mean? You're just a passenger. See?" to prove her point, my field of vision shifted as though I were turning my head from side to side, up and down. "And where am I? I'm here, and-if we're being precise-you're not. You're just kind of tapping into my senses. Got that?"