So focus on my surroundings, on reality, until everything shakes out and comes back to normal. The table and the woman are right in the middle of the room. There’s only one door—the one behind me—and no windows. Light comes from half a dozen collapsible fixtures around the room, big bulbs, diffusers, and reflectors aimed at the door and at me. No wonder I was blinded at first—it’s like being the focus of six spotlights. The intensity on all the bulbs is turned down low now, with enough illumination to see clearly, but tolerable to my traumatized eyes.