ET- Seeing Electrons

Upstairs, the ancient fugitive crept out of the closet. The room was before him—a pile of clutter he’d created in his search for transmitter parts, a search he continued now.

  His eyes swept the room, fine-focus on. The electrons of the room appeared, dancing their circular dance; but the inner cosmic whirl was of no help. He needed solid objects, such as—the record player.

  He clicked his focus back to ordinary vision and shuffled over to the machine.

- E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial in His Adventure on Earth, chapter 5