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permutation their long-dormant drives could imagine.
    Leonore had in fact finished with him just minutes before he awoke. Feeling Walt beginning to stir underneath her, she climbed off and ran upstairs as quickly as she could, yelling a warning to her mother as she rounded a corner.
    Walt had of course been put to bed in Leonore’s bedroom, where every scrap of clothing she owned was kept. She was thus forced to hide upstairs entirely naked until Walt left the house. As may be recalled, this did not occur until many hours later when he made his clamorous dive out the window.
    As it was, Walt would never find out that Leonore had been anywhere but at her Aunt’s house mending clothes. He would also never know whether any of those encounters had resulted in offspring. As it turns out, Mrs. Wilkins was pregnant with twins by Walt. Leonore was in fact sterile because she had suffered for years from an untreated case of chlamydia which she had caught from a philatelic collector of fanatical devotion who was visiting Tristan on vacation.
    In any case, chlamydia was one complaint which did respond exactly as expected to antibiotic treatment. In no time at all, Walt was completely healed, without even having had the luxury of knowing the nature of his complaint.
    Walt floated through his days on a sea of unawareness. There were so many things he did not know about his life; things he did not even bother to ask about. He spent afternoons in his bunk, blissfully ignorant of his surroundings.
    Now, for the first time, he found himself actually listening to the Easybeats, who were continuing the endless repetition of their greatest hit inside his head. For the first time, he begen to wonder just what exactly was meant by the lyrics. He surprised himself by thinking about the music and how the different parts went together. In all, he found that he enjoyed the companionship of the music.
    One night, when Walt was almost completely recovered from his bout with dysentery, an odd thing happened. For the first time in living memory he had a dream. He dreamt that he got out of his bunk. So realistic was the dream that he could feel the cold steel decking under his bare feet. He climbed the ladder leading to the main deck, wrapping his toes around the rungs for purchase.
    As he walked across the deck in his dream, he felt the cold wind billowing out the pajamas that one of the sailors had given him. He climbed into the tower, the nerve center of the ship.
    He saw that he was in a room filled with pictures and strange tools. He had never seen anything the least like any of the things in that room. Somehow he felt like he knew what he was doing.
    He grabbed one of the pictures and started drawing. He drew lines and circles in black and in several other colors. Finally, he knew he was done.
    At that moment, just as one might suspect, the lights snapped on. The sailor standing watch at that point came in to see what Walt was doing in the navigation room. The Captain was summoned.
    Walt stood shivering in his ridiculous sleeping clothes. He blinked his eyes, having trouble adjusting to the light.
    At last the Captain appeared, dressed in his own pair of rather ridiculous seeming pajamas. He asked Walt what he thought he was doing in a part of the ship, the only part of the ship in fact, in which he was not welcome without one of the crew.
    Walt was only barely able to explain that he did not think he was there; that is, he thought he was dreaming when he went there. He fought his embarrassment, trying as hard as he possibly could to get across to these people, these strangers, that he had not done any of this on purpose. Finally he broke into continual apologies. He apologized several times to every person in the room. He apologized to most of the equipment in the room. He apologized to the ship.
    The Captain tired of hearing Walt’s apologies. He glanced around the small room. His eyes landed on unfamiliar markings on the chart. He let out an