H. MEDFORD: You were saying?
CHILD PSYCHIATRIST: As I explained to Mrs. Johnson, the little girl's aunt, we haven't used anything to reduce the muscle spasms because she's too young. Narco-synthesis would be a useless procedure until we overcome her condition of Aphonia.
GRAHAM: What's Aphonia?
CHILD PSYCHIATRIST: Loss of voice. She's a classic case of hysteria conversion. Only a severe catharis could jolt her at all. We . . . . .
H. MEDFORD (interrupts): May I have a small glass, Doctor.
CHILD PSYCHIATRIST: Why yes, certainly.
H. MEDFORD: Pat, that acid we got.
CHILD PSYCHIATRIST: Acid?!
H. MEDFORD: Formic, Doctor. . . . Thank you.
Patricia pours a small amount of the Formic acid into the glass.
H. MEDFORD: It may provide the jolt she needs. . . Thank you.
Harold waves the glass in front of the Ellison girl's nose.
She begins to blink her eyes and suddenly starts screaming.
ELLISON GIRL: AGHHH! THEM! . . . THEM! . . .
She runs to a corner screaming in hysterics.
ELLISON GIRL: THEM! . . . AGHHH! . . . THEM!
Peterson picks her up to comfort her.
H. MEDFORD: We will visit the desert now, gentlemen.
GRAHAM: It's getting pretty late, Doctor.
H. MEDFORD: Later than you think
Peterson hands the little girl to a nurse.
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