e was a deep； low rumble； a vibration that filled the room。
The sphere was open； the door gaping wide and black。
That's it； he thought。 Visualize it happening and it happens。 Which meant that if he also visualized the sphere door closed…
With another deep rumble； the sphere closed。
…or open…
The sphere opened again。
〃I'd better not press my luck；〃 he said aloud。 The door was still open。 He peered in the doorway but saw only deep； undifferentiated blackness。 It's now or never； he thought。 He stepped inside。
The sphere closed behind him。
There is darkness； and then； as his eyes adjust； something like fireflies。 It is a dancing； luminous foam； millions of points of light； swirling around him。
What is this？ he thinks。 All he sees is the foam。 There is no structure to it and apparently no limit。 It is a surging ocean； a glistening； multifaceted foam。 He feels great beauty and peace。 It is restful to be here。
He moves his hands； scooping the foam； his movements making it swirl。 But then he notices that his hands are being transparent； that he can see the sparkling foam through ＇＇332＇＇ his own flesh。 He looks down at his body。 His legs； his torso； everything is being transparent to the foam。 He is part of the foam。 The sensation is very pleasant。
He grows lighter。 Soon he is lifted； and floats in the limitless ocean foam。 He puts his hands behind his neck and floats。 He feels happy。 He feels he could stay here forever。
He bees aware of something else in this ocean； some other presence。
〃Anybody here？〃 he says。
I am here。
He almost jumps； it is so loud。 Or it seems loud。 Then he wonders if he has heard anything at all。
〃Did you speak？〃
No。
How are we mun