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11. Rescue Mission Time: 3:55 A.M. … full physical wakefulness, usual conditions plus the not so usual recognition of INSPEC homing signal presence in this consciousness … followed normal rollout … signal was strong … moved upward and out, through rings, past Intermediate Area—stopped. Was stopped. Feeling of tiredness, hadn’t been aware of it before. No more homing signal, I was there. So were THEY. Great sense of warmth, companionship, more. (Mister Monroe.) When it came in that way, I was never sure it meant work or play, if I could possibly tell the difference—or something else. It was something else. (Some alignment and balance are needed.) I opened wide. CLICK! A huge white dog three times the size of our beloved Steamboat— what a name for such a nice little dog—has him by the neck, the massive jaws firmly shaking Steamboat back and forth in quick jerks, Steamboat’s body already swinging limply. (No, no!) I can’t let it happen! Is it really Steamboat? It is! He’s dead, Steamboat’s dead! I’ll kill that big son of a bitch, he’ll never … CLICK! RESET.