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October 20, 2005

Volume 7, Issue 20

You keep getting a busy signal.

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D: Strike three

Damn it Les, you were supposed to call me back...

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Ted: Phoning Home

The expanses of space were separating him from home. His health was failing. He knew he had to trust his native friend if he was ever to communicate with his people. Using the primitive technology of this world, they were able to cobble together a rudimentary beacon. They only had to get the beacon back to the landing site and activate it. Then the local bureaucrats tracked him down. Escape was difficult, nearly deadly.

At the site, alien and child set up the beacon only to receive a busy signal. They live in Encino now, partners at a green nursery.

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