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94 knew I’d done something wrong, and well, there you go. There was no doubt in me and Tom’s minds who we were looking at. If it had been during the day, during working hours, it could be dismissed. It’s interesting to note that we started out at a completely different Denny’s...and bailed out to come to this one at the last minute. This begs the question — and you know, maybe I’m missing something here, but - in order to cross paths with “them” at the second Denny’s, the situation had to be set up to get us to leave the first Denny’s. So...is this saying that events were somehow arranged? If so...how? Who, and what, are these “people”, that they can manipulate reality, and what in the frickity frack is going on here anyway? The thermostat. During this same exact time period where we saw “them” around August of 2002, I came home from work one afternoon to find several of my apartment windows cranked open. It was August in South Florida, which means I had the A/C going for my cat and all the windows closed as a result. Also, the bathroom door was It was now open when it had been closed when I left, since I didn’t want to waste A/C on the bathroom. Frowning, I closed the windows and bathroom door again, then went over to the A/C to look at the temperature gauge. Normally it was always set between 72 - 75. Now it was set down to 69 degrees, exactly. So, someone had been there, and made their presence known. (see the “Number Sightings” subsection in Part III for more on the number 69 in relation to MILABs activities.) Voice from the radio. September 2002. Tom and I had just returned from an overnight trip (to a C’s channeling session in fact, an excerpt of which appears at the end of Part II) and we were unloading Tom’s car, making several trips back and forth into the apartment. I had turned on the radio inside the apartment while we unpacked. As I walked inside carrying something I heard a male voice say from the radio something really...vile. I won’t repeat it here, but it was something nobody would say over the radio, nor be allowed to by FCC regulations, let’s just put it that way. Also, what he coincidentally said matched up to a yucko “dream” I’d had the year before back when I lived in Portland, which I won’t elaborate on here, but which my Chasing Phantoms i