"I..." said Peter. But he had nothing else to say. He reached out his
hand and tried to grab the magician, but the man stepped back and Peter’s arm
melted into the floor. Or he thought it did. He knew it was a lie. All he had to 
do was figure out where the image ended and reality began. Or did it matter? If 
he really thought his hand melted into the floor, what difference did it make if 
he thought it was illusion? He began to giggle. Maybe it mixed somewhere in the 
middle.