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he looks. I don’t feel any overwhelming compulsive curiosity — specifically about it. It’s as if he’s right there, just in the process of communicating. Umm, when I was a little kid, I always had a very easy rapport with older people, my grandparents and other people . . . he’s just like another one of them. You know, like discovering another old friend. I have always had older people, friends, who explain things to me, and I accept it as just that kind of a thing. And what else? .. . They have eyes. The eyes are different than ours. I don’t remember exactly how. They might not have eyelids ... and they might not have two eyes; they might have three or they might have two. I’m not sure about that, but they have eyes, and I think they stand; I think they have a body that stands up like ours does. Tall. Slim- type body. They can walk around... and the eyes are at the top. Let’s see. Sort of going through the parts of him that are like the parts of us. Let’s see if he says anything that’s different. Ah . . . the skin’s different. Bones are different. I guess he says his insides are arranged different, and I think he says something about the brain is a percentage of their total body . . . it’s a bigger part of them. Hmm. Now what else did he say is different? I think hair. I don’t remember whether they don’t have any hair or whether the hair is different or whatever their surface is, it’s somewhat different. Smoother, I think. Maybe like soft, pearly leather. It seems like their bones are different. I don’t think he said whether he was a man or a woman, but it seems like whatever it is it reminds me of a masculine thing, grandfatherly. Grandfatherly. He’s old. Yes, he’s 25 definitely old and he doesn’t tell me how old old is. He’s just old. And that reminds me of my grandfather, too, who used to lie about his age, and he would say he was one hundred and three, which he wasn’t, but he would just say it because he was telling me that he was old, and this person told me that he was very old, too, but he wouldn't tell me how old. I think I just talked to one person. It seems like a long time’ It seems like a whole afternoon, you know, a long, relaxed afternoon. AC: [Inaudible incision. ] question about the VH: It’s almost as though the couch has a thing on it which does that by itself, and I didn’t see the person who does it. It’s as though it’s done remotely. You know, have you seen those things where you put your hands in when they’ handle radioactive material? Your hands go in and you handle instruments and then, at a remote location, something happens. It’s like that. I don’t think they have any direct contact with me, physical- ly. It's as though wherever I am lying they’re on that side of me behind the wall, or perhaps that’s just where the sound comes from. It’s as though I am talking to them over there in the next room. I guess it’s because they tell me that, you know, I breathe my kind of air. I guess they breathe different air. I’m not sure about that, but it’s as though, well, whatever it is it’s for my comfort. All this, it’s just like you find it so natural. Matter of fact. [Break in continuity where the tape was changed. VH discusses wanting to see them again, but how can they kind her?] VH: It’s an easy thing. It’s almost as