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19 peeled potato. In the attic, I knelt on the rough floor, I clutched the doll and focused my gaze on the empty space in front of me as I’d been taught by them. I focused and concentrated on what was occupying the void between me and the sloped ceiling of the attic. “Hello,” I said. I smiled and hugged my doll as I felt myself enveloped by the secure warmth. Like something was around me but I could still see through it. Like... like a bubble, I decided, not really a bubble, what enclosed me couldn’t be seen and even though I could see clearly from inside the space but I wasn’t sure I liked the feeling. “Yes,” I answered to the unspoken but inwardly heard communication. I remember the light tickling sensation that seemed to fill my stomach. “Yes, I’d like that.” I felt myself drawn. Drawn away from the familiar muskiness of the attic. I felt drawn to the clear air of glowing space. The earth seemed to fall away below me as I glanced about. I wasn’t frightened. Although I could see everything below, I was inside something, something that protected me. My pretend bubble, I thought. “Oh. My... what?” I groped for words to express my w----- dee wonder. The huge spheres came into my view. Suspended in the emptiness of the sky, were dull aluminum colored globes, the same color as my mother’s old saucepan. The globe closest to me, almost blocked my view of other, more wou distant orbs. echoed within my head. “They live inside?” I turned and looked at the surrounding balls. Looked for windows. I really didn’t want to leave my transparent bubble for their metallic looking ball with no windows. I wanted transparent walls or Barbara: The Story of a UFO Investigator “Well, slow down.” Mom turned back to her partially “We store souls there.” an unseen companion’s voice hela ute wee