I blanked. (But you don’t even sleep here, do you?) (No, don’t need to.) Then he lighted. (Oh, yeh, that’s the other point. These first-timers go back before the changes as their first entry point, some of them almost back when humans first began being human. They take one human physical life cycle and one only, and come back here and join in. No repeaters, just one-timers.) I turned inward, then opened. (Is this one-timer pattern going on back where I came from?) BB lighted. (Oh, sure) I flickered. (I haven’t had a percept on that taking place.) BB smoothed. (Sure, you have.) I blanked. (How?) (That last outer ring, remember? Didn’t come near the repeater department? Just went up and faded out?) I flickered again. (But they were the ones going home.) BB vibrated triumphantly. (Well?) I turned inward and closed. The whole thing was getting out of hand, or better, out of my mind-set, beyond my ability to absorb and understand instantly. And BB was pulling at me. (Come on, RAM.) He vibrated. (Let’s live it up, let’s have some fun.) I flickered. (Fun? Well, I don’t know, your idea of fun …) (Just usual stuff, I guarantee it. Things we do every day down there. Also, I got a hard rote from, uh, AA as to what to show you and what not to.) I scanned beyond the gray forms around the Entry Station and into the sparkling lights beyond. (Where is AA now? I never get a good ident on him.) BB indicated behind us. (He’s back there. That barrier thing won’t let him come closer. But I’ll bet he’s going to follow us. You ready? Just short skips, that’s all.) I felt much more confident, with that small percept. I reached out and stretched, holding on his ident. CLICK!