From the sound of the flute, it s that one-holed instrument that she s interested in. There are no words spoken by her mouth, and her features can be seen warmly smiling above the deeply centered love that the audience can now see him feeling as it wells up out of the calm blue sun within his vision console at his heart's seat. She wasn't alone I perceived without perceiving - and what I could see of her wasn't there, it was an image on my forebrain s console; whether it was she - or something else - that was in the room with me where I lay. The image spoke, You are to calm yourself over the operation. You won t be hurt. My helpers will bring you to where I am. It isn't far. Not to your time sense: but perhaps to your sense of distance it should seem much further.