Mariooh enjoyed the feeling of movement, no matter how slight, she thought, as her loosely connected, molecular composition brought her closer to the, let me see, yes ... the Blue Planet. Lovely! It is lovely.
       She entertained the thought of turning her head. The galaxies rotated around her, past her vision cone, as though she had a body.
       Yes! Yes! Yes! she wanted to scream. I know it has been some extended time even though the transfer only seems like moments...but, Shamaney didn’t mention that while my molecules were disconnected, I would be able to enjoy both the movement and view all of the transfer. I believe he purposefully didn’t mention the wonder of the Universe so that our experience would be pleasant, so that we would pay less attention to ourselves during the transfer and more to the wonder of God’s creation.
       She created a thought about turning her head again and another thought designed to stop turning her head when once again she viewed the lovely Blue Planet. Oh yes, she continued her thought stream. Stop right there! Oh, and you are very pretty, little planet, very pretty. And you are growing larger so that I can view more of you as I approach.
       Her molecular indications were an increasing power to her entity.
       She thought about observing different areas of her new world and concluded, there is much creelon -- let’s see, according to the training, what do the Blue Planet people call the thought: creelon? Oh yes, water! It is termed, water. They say, “Water!” I must use their words. They have much water. That’s why their planet appears to be blue from the great distance. They don’t have much...hm, she thought momentarily. Yes. They don’t have much land. But they have a sufficiency, anyway.
       Mariooh suddenly knew her transfer slowed. The Blue Planet loomed larger, quickly became overwhelming, and seemed ready to engulf her as she approached it. This planet is breathtaking to observe. Breathtakingly beautiful. Breathtaking, but I still have very little feeling. I would enjoy feeling the movement toward it. . .
       Suddenly darkness and a loud sound swirled around her and left her tingling as her molecules tightened quickly to one another. I’m reassembling. Yes. That’s what’s happening. Still no earth body feeling. I wonder when the earth body begins to feel?
       Daylight surrounded Mariooh. She felt the warmth from the sun and realized her earth body now had feeling. She giggled and surveyed her landing area. She looked down. Oh, she thought. So those are breasts, hands, arms, chest, stomach, hips, legs, feet and oh yes I do like those shoes. I never had this kind of a body before. No matter. I can feel it. She picked the identification of the new body parts from a rapidly growing memory.
       She rubbed her neck and touched her hair. Hm! she thought. The body feels different to the touch than the hair. Hm!
       “Now, let’s be certain about this,” she said. “I want to get this right.” She concentrated her focus and stared straight ahead. I’m looking down an alley.” She paused and reheard her voice. “That’s my voice?” she asked. “Yes,” she said again. “That’s your voice.” Hm! “The voice is different. It really doesn’t sound like me, but then I don’t recall ever having to be vocal. Well anyway. On with the project.”
       Then she thought, This is different, but it’s fun.”
       She looked down the alley again as far as she could view. “Yes. It definitely is an alley. It is not one of their main, wide thoroughfares that they use for movement on their planet. Those are called streets, sometimes they call them avenues, vias, courts, place, drives. Perhaps these inhabitants would do well to make up their minds and name their thoroughfares with one thought, oops, one word. Identify using one word and call their streets that. How different various intelligence are. It’s exciting. She giggled again. The beings on this planet are really not in all that need of our help!
       She raised her arm. “What’s this? Oh yes a purse. It is a purse. Funny looking. Can’t carry the filange with me by just thinking about it. Oh, Mariooh,” she said continuing to speak and listen to her new voice, “you must stop thinking in the old way and using old thoughts. Say purse, not filange. Say purse, not filange. Adjust, Mariooh to the language and thought patterns of this world ... ah, yes, that’s the name: Earth.”
       She pressed the snaps apart and repeated in her new language every act she performed. I’ll just peek inside and see what is in this purse. “Filange,” she said to herself again.” It is the last spoken thought I shall think that is home. Besides, Shamaney deemed we would not remember home too long after we had been in the new location. And, I will it to be so. I want it to be so.”
       She smiled to herself as pleasure encompassed her being while she itemized and recognized the articles inside the purse. “Every paraphernalia I shall need,” she said. She knew how she would use them.
       “Oh!” she said speaking a shriek. Startled by her own new sound, she looked up the alley and down the street. “Not another inhabitant,” say person, Mariooh. “Not another person in sight,” she said touching her cheek with her index finger. “I wondered if anyone had heard me. She spoke the word again saying, “Oh,” and thinking, so that’s what surprise sounds like here. Good! Good!
       “Now why was I surprised?” she asked.
       “Oh, because I lifted my leg and used my feet without hardly thinking about what I was doing. There again, I did it. Interesting. What was his name?” She tried to remember the director’s complete name and at the same time began to walk down the alley. “Oh it’s, it’s... what is his name? Charming? No, not Charming. It’s Shamaney. That’s it,” she said as glanced at the street sign high up on a pole. The sign moved out of sight as the walked into the alley. Oh, yes, these people... use folks, Mariooh, not people. “Yes, these folks display the names of their, ah, streets, up high on poles where they can see them. Their memories must not be extensive. But we shall see, shall we not?”
       She felt a lightness in her body and she knew the planet didn’t pull heavily on her. It didn’t seem overly burdensome to her. She walked and noticed many of the separations between houses were not as tall as she. She ran her finger along the top of the fences and entertained the thought of a review of the people, places and things where she would live.
       “Let’s see,” she said. “There are three other members of the group: Charles, the father, Mary, the daughter, and Peter John, the son. And when I arrive, there will be Alice, the mother again.” She cleared her throat and breathed extraneous thoughts out of her mind. She said, “Charles is the father, he has thirty-eight earth years, works many hours, doesn’t take a lot of time for his children, loves his children in his capacity... which must be increased. That’s not too difficult a situation to correct.”
       She looked down through the pickets of a fence as she strolled by it and spied a being. Her memory told her it was a furry being. Low intelligence, she thought. It sat back on its haunches, she noted four legs, a long tongue, beautiful brown eyes, and smiled at it as it looked at Mariooh with much curiosity.
       “Oh you are beautiful, little sir,” she said. He is a male animal they call dog. He is quite handsome. A lower form, but pleasant to be with. Not of my group however.
       The puppy growled.
       “A warning?” she asked.
       “Oh you receive thought, do you? Good. Do all of your nature receive thought?”
       He whined.
       “Marvelous. That’s good knowledge to keep in mind for reference. I don’t believe I knew that a priori.” She listened and heard, Speak using small local words. These people won’t understand you if you maintain your current intellectual level. Lower it, Mariooh, please.! But I wonder how low I should take it.
       She recognized another recall from Shamaney’s tones, when he had said, In other words, don’t be you, be the person you are replacing. She smiled as she heard her thought say, in response, “Got it!” Her recollections got dimmer. They’re fading, she thought.
       She said, “To continue, Mary is the oldest daughter, she is fourteen, very unhappy because of her mother’s departure, feels much anxiety and anger at her mother for her departure. And it’s true. The mother’s departure was an accident, especially for this planet and more important, for this group. They need that mother’s counseling for at least another lengthy time span_ten of this planet’s years. The accident was not supposed to happen when it did and it was an interference for the continued development of the other three members of the group. Yes! Yes!” She pinched her lips together. “But an opportunity for us to visit.”
       Puppy lingered behind her. He followed her slowly and cautiously. Mariooh knew he followed behind her and felt no animosity from the fuzzy one.
       “Then there’s Peter, who, along with Mary, has a great future and his well-being is required for the Earth’s development as well as for other star systems. Yes.”
       “Well, now that I’m here,” she said as she approached the area that surrounded but did not protect her group’s, home, residence, but not place of being. She surveyed the dwelling, used her thoughts to view the house from the front, the left side, the right side and returned quickly to her place in the alley. I cannot use thought too much longer to do that. I know that. It was more of an effort than I remembered it to be. And, I’m not certain about that memory either.
       She moved slowly down the alley, reviewing her assignment for this group and became very comfortable with her new venture. She suddenly knew her name was Alice McPherson and wondered if the name that sounded like Mari--something or other-- might be a middle name. “No, silly,” she said. You don’t have a middle name. Your name is just Alice McPherson. And that’s it.”
       She reached the gate that she could observe would easily open for her to enter. As she reached down to touch the gate, she looked back in the direction of the alley from which she had walked and heard a faint voice, “... and when you enter the presence of any of your group, the reality will be as though you are really Alice, the mother and wife. It will be so, because they need you and future generations on planet Earth and other star systems need for it to be that way. We are connected, you know. They will know you are mother and wife, and you will know it. You need not remember home, your origin, and will spend the rest of your days on that small blue planet: although somewhere deep inside you will know your eventual destination. Many do, some don’t, poor creatures.”
       Alice’s heart beat rapidly. “What was all that about?” she asked. “I don’t think I’ve ever been prone to hearing things, voices inside my head before.”
       She looked down at the gate. Something inside told her she could do the jump one more time. She placed a finger on the gate and with no effort moved slowly over it, landing softly as on a pillow, on the other side. The jump happened rapidly, between blinks of the eye. She didn’t know whether the event was a thought or a physical reality. “I am on the other side though,” she said, and turned, facing the back of the gray house with seven steps up to the back porch.
       She straightened her dress, pushed her purse up higher on her arm and paid no attention to the thought that she hadn’t lost her touch. Alice, she thought, you are having the strangest ideas float in that brain of yours. . .
       She stopped, thinking she heard a voice somewhere in the distance. Leaning forward over the back fence’s gate, she looked down the alley one more time. A voice, from far away, said, And you won’t be alone. There will be others from our intelligence to continue with you. And you will recognize them as dear friends...
       The fuzzy being moved rapidly away from her down the alley and disappeared around a corner. Hm, she thought as she watched it move away from her. More knowledge there than we thought.
       She turned around. What is it I’m remembering? she thought. Oh, nothing. It’s really nothing. Well, it could be this heat. She felt moisture on her brow, above her upper lip, under her arms and on other parts of her body. It’s the heat. I wish I had driven to town to do my shopping. The supermarkets are cool, but the weather is humid.
       Alice glanced down at the purse on her left arm and the shopping bag that remained next to her on her right. She frowned at the bag but refused to think about not having carried it with her. “Oh well,” she said. She picked up the bag, noted it was heavier than it appeared to be, and walked slowly up the walk to the steps.
       Concrete, she thought. This walkway is made of concrete. It’s hard and.
       Gosh, Alice, her mind said to her, you say concrete like the word is new to you. Well it, isn’t
       I know it isn’t and I’ve got to stop this talking to myself. Alice climbed the steps slowly counting each one as she stepped upward. And yet, she thought, talking to myself does help me solve situations. I’ll keep on talking to myself.
       She moved slowly across the porch, noticed several loose boards and had never heard the sound of loose boards or her shoe heels on the porch. Doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter.
       Alice opened the door and heard Peter’s body, his head, turn and look toward the door. Her censors pulsed as she walked inside. She had the confidence of control. The kitchen temperature was comfortable for her. She smiled at her son.
       “Hey Mom,” Peter shouted. “I’m glad you’re back. Mary is being her same obnoxious self and won’t let me read her chemistry book. Tell her, Ma, tell her I can.”
       Alice shut the kitchen door and leaned against it. She was glad she was home.