The monks again accept him, feed him, and even fix his car...That night, he hears the same strange mesmerizing sound that he had heard years earlier.T...e next morning, he asks what the sound was, but the monks reply,"We can't tell you because you're not a monk."The man says, "All right, all right. I'm dying to know.If the only way I can find out what that sound was is to become a monk, how do I become a monk?"The monks reply,"You must travel the Earth and tell us how many blades of grass there. He and his advisors were horrified, of course, by the war with Pleorran. It posed some very nice questions for them, of whom to follow. It was KeeBar who tipped the decision in our direction, telling Chief Kee that we were the true Great Ones of their legends." How about other tribes in the area," Amy persisted. "How do you get along with them?" Almost equally well. If Pleorran had won, of course, it would be different. But he lost, or at least was driven back. It isn't important that we also. So what bring you to the top Floor tonight Rick? I make a round of the building every night why are you here so late? Just finishing up this report for the boss. I see her take her hand and rub her neck from sitting and reading all day I say would you like me to rub your neck for you? yes she says I get up and start rubbing her neck and shoulders a few minutes go past she put her hands on my mine turns her head and says thanks she gets up and puts her hand on my chest and runs them up to my. "Waylon grunted. Marylee Walker may have been real, but did she really speak with an alien intelligence? If he was suffering from full blown delusions, then he could have simply imagined the entire exchange. The girl had probably been pulled from his subconscious, an attractive coed he'd seen around but never talked to. If you weren't crazy, you could certainly drive yourself that way by thinking about the possibilities.There was a campus phone on a wall plastered with takeout menus. Waylon.