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I plied. (One way or another.) Suddenly, I felt an urgent signal to return to the physical, loud and clear. I tried to resist it, and worked to get BB’s attention at the same time. I had to go back, but I couldn’t leave him where he was, he wouldn’t know how to get out … but the signal was too strong and I couldn’t help myself. I began to move away, slowly as I resisted, then accelerating quickly as I decided to go back and see what the problem was and return as fast as I could. I reached the second, slipped in fast, and pulled up into the physical. I sat up in the bed and looked around. Everything seemed normal, no full bladder, no tingle in an arm or leg from poor circulation, no aches or pains. Must have been external, phone ringing, jet aircraft overhead, whatever, it wasn’t important. I immediately remembered BB, and I had the thought of him standing bewildered on the curb at Forty-second and Broadway. I went through a quick relaxation to try to get down and OOB, but I was too keyed up, I couldn’t hold it together. On about the sixth try, I fell asleep. When I awakened, it was morning. I thought of trying to get out and help BB, but it was the wrong time for me. I spent the day in my typical pattern, with BB flashing in and out of my consciousness. This was a case where I was 100 percent responsible and I knew it. Finally, late in the afternoon, I felt tired enough to relax, and went up to the lab, entered, and locked the door. I set up some sound signals and went into the booth. I lay back on the water bed, put on the headphones, and almost immediately started to relax. The rest was easy. I detached from the physical, rolled out of the second, started to reach, and stopped. There was a form directly in front of me. (Hey, RAM, where you going?) I vibrated. (How did you get here!) BB was very smooth. (When you started to pull that short skip, I just followed your ident. I wasn’t going to stay in all that M Band noise if you didn’t. Much better here.) (I should hope so.) (Your survival must be going strong. You got more than one hut.) I flickered. (This is not a hut, it’s where we work.)