 So I walked upstairs and I sat on her bed, nothing fancy, just a 10-second prayer that God would quiet her. And I did notice how agitated she was under the covers. Because what she would do, she'd get out, she would run out into the hallway, flip on the light, run back to her bed, stay in bed for five minutes, and then run back into the hallway and flip the light off and come back to her bed. In the world of autism, it's called perseverating.