She is holding hard drive in her lap with tiny squirming Enyemaka who will be standing guard, and I am holding rememberings in my head. We are soon arriving at a home on stilts that are being driven deep into the water of the lagoon. There is a ladder leading up to the edge of the platform the house is sitting on, and even though the person inside is knowing that we are coming (Xifeng is telling me this), we move quiet quiet. Xifeng is paying boatman, and we are climbing until we get to the platform, and then Xifeng is knocking softly and wooden door is opening slowly and old man with beard like his chin is covered in dandelion seedheads is standing in the darkness. Xifeng puts down tiny Enyemaka, and it is standing outside door to keep watch for trouble. It is linking to me through my braincase, so I am seeing what it is seeing while seeing what I am seeing.

Xifeng and I are walking into the darkness, and I am detecting another person here. An old woman who is looking like she is all wrinkles and who is not moving but who is appearing on my screen as alive. She is having heartbeat and pulse and she is having breath in her lungs.

The man with dandelion beard is speaking to the woman, who is just saying nothing, then. He is walking to Xifeng, and they are speaking quietly. Xifeng is making sure that they are the right people and that she is bringing them what they are asking for.

Then Xifeng is making hand signal for me to come to her. “It is time,” she is telling me.

Cord is coming out of the back of my neck and I am plugging into hard drive, and I am sending rememberings into it. Before we are arriving here, I am sectioning off these rememberings and placing them in mental folder for when I will be needing to upload them. When I am finished, I unplug my cord and it is slithering like snake back into my neck.