In extreme circumstances, Ouija boards served a purpose. The glass whizzed across the board to the letter Y.
Ray smiled. “Okay, so she went over to the other side.”
Betty looked puzzled. “She sounded perfectly well the last time I spoke to her.”
The glass wobbled ominously. It moved from letter to letter so fast, it was impossible to keep up.
Ray nodded slowly. “I think I know what this other side is. Clarity and precision are no longer our founder’s watchwords. I think she’s been kidnapped by the stream of consciousness crew.”