9) I had no packing to do. All I needed, no more no less, had been brought into my room layered in a big backpack, done while I lay asleep. Without a chair to save me, people could just come and go. They did. A little stealth I can tolerate, especially if it means brand new clothes: a heavy coat lined with ermine, woollies, boots, a waterproof hat, and even glasses oddly named after a desert. This rough weather ensemble was anatomically arrayed on the cabin floor. All that was needed was a body. Mine!

And as I finally turn to the sum up my experience on board, truth to tell, my sleeps have been good and deep. I woke every few hours refreshed, with a clear, properly sifting intelligence, confident as to what to admit, what to send away. So darn capable. Never having felt this way in my entire life, I have to believe Dr. Creep has routinely put pharmaceuticals in my food. Goodness, I feel so 'on the ball', as they say way the hell up North. I shall need every bit of confidence, sturdiness, and smartmouthedness to survive and prosper in the coming months. I do hope he gave me abundant supplies of 'dietary supplements' for my trip. No Wizard of Oz, I'm O.K. you're O.K., backslapping bull. How awful to be just plain me at some life or death moment! I shall be climbing mountains, after all.... Fistfuls, please.