The face went out of focus then came back in again.
I saw a boy's face in a film and the book idea came.
Someone had been with him, but her name and face would not come back.
His face came into her mind as she thought of him.
A face like no other that had been before or would ever come again.
The second time the face came around, though, it was my husband.
I had time to step back as his face came down near my right foot.
The face came to her immediately, but not the name.
As her face came into my mind, everything was quiet.
The face of a young woman came onto the screen.
