There was a big busload of students in my night class. Were you there? I took you to the astral station in Banawe, where it was warm in the daytime and very cold at night. I was not pleased with the way the station was constructed. It was long, like the interior of a train or a narrow arcade.

I saw a former protege, Jim, who now lives in the north. He was looking good. He informed me that Tom, an archer I briefly met in the past, is now a transsexual. Jim showed me a gadget he uses to download information from starships.

We were in Banawe to meet the psychics there and bond with them. They had many rules of conduct, though, which I felt were superfluous or unnecessary.

I couldn't wait for our meeting to end so that my smaller circle of students and I could go to a halfway station in Central Luzon, where we could just hang out and rest.