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The Mickelson Transcripts ©2004 Jon L. Adams
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NY091-2454: CLOSING NOTATION
Attached are verbatim transcripts from the tape-recorded sessions conducted by Doctor Samuel D. Hanna with his patient, Mr. Thomas P. Mickelson, at the doctor's office on Curson Street early this year. The Missing Persons investigation team collected the recordings from that location. The transcripts are presented in chronological order. I believe that a final session tape is missing. It is my opinion that these transcripts provide evidence about the circumstances leading up to the disappearances.
(September 6; Inspector David Winston, Investigating Officer, Case Number NY091-2454)

MAY 3, MONDAY, 11 AM.

DR. HANNA: How are you? I'm Sam Hanna. Make yourself comfortable.
MR. MICKELSON: Fine, thank you Doctor. Can I sit here?
HANNA: Please.
MICKELSON: I don't know how to start, actually . . . (pauses several seconds). I've never done anything like this before.
HANNA: That's quite understandable. Not everybody goes to a Psychiatrist. That's why I asked you to come in when you called. You seemed quite distressed. I believe you mentioned something about out-of-body experiences?
MICKELSON: That's right. (Silence for a few seconds) I did tell you that, and it's true.
HANNA: Go on.
MICKELSON: Well, . . . I guess I ought to . . . (pause).
HANNA: Can I ask my assistant to bring you a glass of water? Cup of coffee?
MICKELSON: No, thanks. I'd better just try to explain. Let's see. How to begin? Well, the other day it happened again. I had to get in touch with someone who could tell me what is happening to me. So I looked in the phone book and found a psychologist, named Doctor Henry. I called him and tried to explain, but he said he had to go to a convention and that I should give you a call.
HANNA: Could we go back a bit, to when this all began? I would like to hear about the first time you experienced this phenomenon.
MICKELSON: Oh. Yes. Well that would have been in February, on or about the fifteenth. I awoke in the middle of the night and was thirsty. It felt hot. I had a really dry mouth. I went to the radiator and it felt normal, so I thought I might be catching a cold. I got a glass of water and carried it back to bed. When I walked into the bedroom I noticed someone was in my bed. I jumped and dropped the glass and it shattered, soaking my sweatpants. The person in my bed stirred and rolled over, then sat up and looked around. I froze, right there, against the wall by the door. Finally, he lay back down and went quiet. After a while I dared to move and I walked over to the left side of the bed to get a better look at him.
HANNA: And?
MICKELSON: It was me, in the bed!
HANNA: You?
MICKELSON: I was standing beside my bed, looking down at myself.
HANNA: What happened next?
MICKELSON: Suddenly I was waking up. I was suddenly, just like that - back in my own bed. I heard glass shattering, and I sat up. I looked around the room and didn't see anyone or anything. Then I lay back down and must have fallen asleep. I figured that I had a dream, about seeing myself in my own bed.
HANNA: Do you think that is what happened?
MICKELSON: I did first thing in the morning. Until I got up. The glass tumbler lay there by the foot of the bed, shattered on the damp floor. I remembered the whole vision, of standing there, watching the person in my bed, of feeling the water on my pant legs and the dryness in my mouth. It seemed so real, and when I found the glass - and I nearly walked on it - it was a real shock. I checked my pant legs and they were still wet.
HANNA: What happened then? Did you experience anything like that again, soon after the first time?
MICKELSON: Not until a month later, about the middle of March. Then it happened almost exactly the same way. I worked late at the office, and I fell asleep watching television. I awoke about two in the morning with an extremely dry throat and got up to get a drink. Something snapped at me as I reached the door to the kitchen, a flash of memory about the first time. So, I turned and there I was, asleep on the couch.
HANNA: What did you look like - the "you" who was still on the couch?
MICKELSON: Perfectly normal. Asleep. I was on my back, snoring. The TV was still on and I was sleeping with my arms folded on my chest.
HANNA: Had you been drinking alcohol?
MICKELSON: I don't drink.
HANNA: Mr. Mickelson, were you taking any medications?
MICKELSON: Only an occasional acetaminophen for headaches, and I hadn't taken anything that night.
HANNA: Had you been ill, or were you in a stressful situation at the time?
MICKELSON: No. I worked until about nine-thirty that evening, but it was not unusual.
HANNA: What happened when you turned and saw yourself?
MICKELSON: This time I just stood there for a long time, and then I decided to check it out. I wanted to see if I was awake or dreaming. I went out to the sink and got a glass of water and drank it. My throat felt better, and the water tasted normal. Then I picked up a few things to see if they felt real. I remember grabbing the toaster and lifting it off the counter. I pinched my arm and it hurt. So then I walked through the room, into the bathroom. I turned on the light and saw myself in the mirror. I ran water and splashed it in my face. It felt wet, . . . normal.
HANNA: How do you mean that? What do you mean by normal?
MICKELSON: Well. That's the funny part. I felt great. I felt wonderful. And I looked the same way. I realized that my back pain, which has bothered me for the last four or five years, was gone. I also appeared a bit younger, and the more I stared back at the image in the mirror, the more I realized that the person reflected there was the young man I looked like when I was about twenty-five.
HANNA: How old are you?
MICKELSON: Fifty-two this May seventh.
HANNA: Go on.
MICKELSON: Well, after a while in the bathroom, I decided to step out and try to wake myself, I mean my other self, the me who was asleep on the couch. So I went to myself and reached out to shake my shoulder. Then, before I even touched him, or . . . I mean me, I woke up.
HANNA: Where were you and what did you see?
MICKELSON: I was on my back on the couch, and nobody was there. I just suddenly was awake, staring up at the ceiling.
HANNA: How did you feel, right at that instant?
MICKELSON: I was so frightened that I pissed myself. It was the first time I can ever remember doing that. I couldn't stop. So I took a shower, changed clothes, and went out for a walk until I was tired enough to go back to my apartment.
HANNA: What happened next?
MICKELSON: About two or three days afterward, I was sitting at the kitchen table and getting very sleepy. It was in the afternoon on a Sunday and I had just returned from the Library. I tried to stir myself awake, but it seemed like I was so fatigued that I could do nothing about it. I had to rest, so I just laid my head down on my forearm and suddenly my throat went dry. I stood up and went to the sink again. There he, or I, was. Just like before. I was asleep at the table and I was standing at the sink, simultaneously.
HANNA: You said that you felt really fatigued. Explain that if you can recall it.
MICKELSON: Well, it was incredible, almost like I had taken a strong drug. I felt very tired, quite suddenly, and I could not fight it. When I got up to go get the drink, it had passed. Of course, that was when I was separated.
HANNA: Separated?
MICKELSON: That's what I call it when this happens. (Pause. Neither speaks for a short time. Sounds of papers being moved on Dr. Hanna's desk.)
HANNA: I am making a calendar chart of these occurrences. The first and second were in the middle of February and March. This third episode occurred a few days after the second?
MICKELSON: That's right. It would have been about the third Sunday in March.
HANNA: O.K. And how soon after that did it happen again, for the fourth time?
MICKELSON: How did you guess that it did?
HANNA: It's the beginning of May. I assumed you would not have waited this long to get in touch with me, if it had not occurred since.
MICKELSON: You're right. It happened many more times.
HANNA: First, though, what happened that Sunday, when you fell asleep at the table?
MICKELSON: I tried the same things, in the bathroom. Then, I went out to the hall and knocked on a neighbor's door. The man's name is Moses Furman, and he answered. I asked if he had the correct time, and he said, "Did your watch stop?" He was looking at my wrist, and I noticed that I wore my watch. I said that it had, and I wanted to reset it. He went back into his apartment and yelled that it was exactly three o'clock. I thanked him and went back to my place. As I walked in the door, something changed and I suddenly was awakening at the table. I looked around and felt terrible. My back hurt and my right hand was asleep, from lying on my arm.
HANNA: You felt different than the way you felt when you were - shall we call it - separated?
MICKELSON: That's right. I felt terrific, younger, and even spry. When I woke up I could feel the difference. And the strange thing is that I found my front door open. It was while I was walking back through the door that I awoke in the kitchen. I never leave the door open or unlocked. I have three locks on it.
HANNA: Your watch, did you check the time when you woke up?
MICKELSON: One of the first things I did was to look at the time. It was a couple minutes after three.
HANNA: Your neighbor . . .
MICKELSON: Yes. I immediately walked down there and rapped on his door. He came and opened it a crack and looked at me funny. I asked if he had a cup of milk I could borrow. He said, "For Christ's sake, Mickelson. You lonely or something?" Then he got the chain off the door and looked at my watch. He said, "Boy, you must be setting all your clocks today. A few minutes ago you had a gold watch, and now you're wearing that cheap rubber one."
HANNA: The watch was different? Did you change wristwatches?
MICKELSON: No. And I no longer own a gold watch. I did, though, when I was a young man. I owned a real Rolex, and I lost it in a burglary at my old apartment.
HANNA: Can you remember what the gold watch you wore in this out-of-body episode looked like?
MICKELSON: It seemed so natural then, that I didn't even notice, but I know it was the Rolex. (Pause. More paper sounds. Writing sounds)
HANNA: Our time is about up. Mr. Mickelson, could we schedule a next appointment in about a week? Or would you want to discuss this again at a sooner time?
MICKELSON: This is expensive, I know, and I don't think I can afford too many sessions in so short a time. Perhaps . . .
HANNA: I'm going to give you this session on the house. We won't start the meter until next time. O.K?
MICKELSON: That would be great, Doctor. I would like to continue this soon as possible.
HANNA: How about Friday of this week at the same time. I have two hours then, and I will only count it as one.
MICKELSON: That's in four days? This week?
HANNA: This Friday. Eleven in the morning.
MICKELSON: That's fine with me. I can be here. (End of taped session.)

MAY 7, FRIDAY, 11 AM.

DR. HANNA: You look very tired, Mr. Mickelson. Are you feeling all right?
MR. MICKELSON: Actually, no, Doctor. I feel terrible. I want to get this underway as soon as we can. There are so many things I have to tell you about.
HANNA: May I suggest a drink, or a coffee?
MICKELSON: That might be a good idea, coffee. Black, please. (Dr. Hanna calls his assistant over the intercom and orders two black coffees.)
HANNA: Where did we leave you last time? You had noticed the difference in wristwatches, is that correct?
MICKELSON: That's right. And there is more from that day. I also remembered that I wore entirely different clothes. I had a pair of jeans with flared pant legs. I don't own any of those. I also wore a black wool sweater, and I burned the last one of those I owned back in the late seventies. What I wore for real, as I napped on the table, was a pair of loose khaki slacks and a brown long-sleeved fleece sweatshirt.
HANNA: In the two previous episodes, had you worn different clothes?
MICKELSON: Remember the first time, I spilled the water on the sweats. They were the same pants that I had worn to bed. The other time, when I slept on the couch, I can't recall the clothing I wore when I was separate . . . I mean, when I was out-of-body.
HANNA: Were you having any personal problems that Sunday? Family? Work?
MICKELSON: None that I remember.
HANNA: You said there was more on that particular day?
MICKELSON: Yes. I decided to go out for dinner with a friend. His name is Miles, and we were old school chums. We met at a place called the Harvard Club, over on the west side? Do you know the place?
HANNA: I believe I do. Go on.
MICKELSON: It was about nine before we sat down to eat. He remarked that I looked great and asked what had I done to my hair? I said that I felt super, but what did he mean. What about my hair? So he said this: "You haven't worn your hair that long since the early seventies. Why are you letting it grow again?" I laughed and then panicked. I went back to the men's room and there I was again, in the mirror, looking more like a twenty-something than a fifty-one year old.
HANNA: By the way, Happy Birthday!
MICKELSON: Oh thanks. You remembered. Anyway, I am fifty-two today. But on that evening, in that men's room, I was the young man I used to be.
HANNA: What were you wearing?
MICKELSON: My current clothes. I had the same kind of things one me that I am wearing today, actually. I changed at home before I left for the dinner meeting with Miles. Well, to continue, I went back to the table and gave him a story about second childhood, something like that and then our order came.
HANNA: Were you experiencing an out-of-body episode while you were at the restaurant?
MICKELSON: Yes. It was me, just like before, as a young man, and without the aches and pains of today. Later, we left and I took a cab home. I hesitated at the door for a long time, and suddenly I was waking up.
HANNA: Where?
MICKELSON: In the kitchen again, with my arms folded beneath my head, leaning on the table. Boy, did my back hurt! I got up and went to the front door. I was not out there. So I looked at what I was wearing and it was what I had worn that afternoon. I looked for the other clothes, the ones I had worn to the restaurant, and they were in the closet, undisturbed. So next, I called Miles and asked him if he noticed anything unusual that evening.
HANNA: You didn't express any doubts to him about even being there, in the restaurant?
MICKELSON: No. I really knew that I had. I only asked him if he noticed anything out of the ordinary. And he immediately shot back: "Of course I did. I mentioned your hair. That's one thing," he said. "The other thing was the goddamned way you seem to have taken a few years off your face. You have lost lots of weight, too," he said. I wished him good night and hung up.
HANNA: How did you feel when he told you that?
MICKELSON: I felt like shit, almost like I feel now. I remembered how great it felt, looking at myself in the bathroom and again in that men's room mirror. I felt, really felt twenty-five years old! That evening it made me feel worse to be the same guy again, after experiencing that. And in a way, that has become part of the problem, you see Doctor. I really like that feeling - like it so much and want to achieve it so much, that I literally can't wait to have the next experience. I decided that night, that I would do anything I could to encourage it . . . them. The separations, I mean.
HANNA: You're saying, from that time on you encouraged them to occur?
MICKELSON: That's a fact.
HANNA: How do you do that?
MICKELSON: I look for the fatigued feeling, and when I think there is even a slight bit of it, I look for a place to lie down. Then it happens, almost every time.
HANNA: And how many times has it been?
MICKELSON: I've lost count, Doctor, but from that night until now, I've increased my separation time to almost half of my total awake time and most of my sleeping time. My fifty-two year old body is at rest almost sixteen hours a day!
HANNA: How does this affect you at work? Which form goes to work?
MICHELSON: Whichever one is active. I mean, if the twenty-five year old me is up and about, I go to work that way. If it's the old me - I mean, the one you are looking at - then I go like this. I make sure that I wear the current clothing, though. And I tuck the long hair that I sport in my younger separation. Nobody at the office has said anything. I work in a quiet and isolated room, so that may be why.
HANNA: Do you think you could come here, to my office as a . . . I mean in your other form? Could you visit me when you are out-of-body?
MICKELSON: I could, but the chances are that I would feel so good that a visit to you would be the last thing on my mind. It would be best to try to separate right here, while I'm visiting you.
HANNA: You could do that?
MICKELSON: Since you seem to believe me, Doctor Hanna, I feel that I owe you the privilege of seeing it. I still can't believe that you actually consider me sane.
HANNA: My job is to keep you that way.
MICKELSON: Then, I will try. But the problem is this; I don't think I can do it today. I seem to have a lot of energy and I haven't felt a twitch of the fatigue.
HANNA: Could you come down here the next time you feel it coming on? How flexible are you with your job?
MICKELSON: I suppose I could arrange it with them, to give me the time off if I needed it. But I don't believe that's going to be necessary. It's Friday, and as sure as the sun will come up tomorrow, I will have a separation on Saturday, and then again on Sunday. I could come here tomorrow, soon as I feel the fatigue coming on.
HANNA: I can be here. I have lots of paperwork to catch up. Could you just come over and tap on the front door?
MICHELSON: I will.
HANNA: Tell me more about the episodes, from the time you began to encourage them.
MICHELSON: I would be at work, sitting at my desk, and I would feel it coming. I'd get up, walk to the door, close it, go to the coat closet in my office and close the door to it behind me. Then I would squat on the floor and lean back. Just like that I would feel great and get up, open the closet door and step out as a young man, feeling young, looking young, and dressed correctly for the office.
HANNA: Has anyone there noticed the difference in the clothing the "two" of you wear on a given day?
MICKELSON: No. Not that I have heard. It always seemed to match anyway, except for once, when I noticed the younger me was wearing a really gaudy sixties necktie. I took it off and stuck it in a drawer of my desk. (He laughs.) I remembered that later in the week I pulled out the tie when a secretary was standing in my office. She remarked that everyone thought the old tie was a great idea, and she wanted to know why I didn't wear it again.
HANNA: I want you to understand something, Mr. Mickelson. I am a professional, and I have my way of getting at things. I listen to you sympathetically, but that doesn't mean that my particular view of your phenomenon is the same as your own. What I am trying to explain is this: I believe that there is a physiological reason for everything, including what has happened to you. I can help you with this, if you desire to be helped, and I can do it better if we can arrange to examine you during one of these episodes. I'll be here tomorrow. Now I must ask you some questions about the rest of your life experience. (Dr. Hanna begins a long series of questions about Mr. Mickelson's childhood years. The material is attached to the back of this transcript as APPENDIX C. The portion of this day's tape that is concerned with these questions lasts approximately sixty-eight minutes.)
DR. HANNA: Well, that's enough for today. Why don't we call it right here and you can get back to work.
MR. MICKELSON: That's fine. And thank you. I will call you tomorrow if I can. When it comes on . . .
(End of session)

MAY 8, SATURDAY, 9:30 AM.

DR. HANNA: Yes, please sit down. When you called, I thought you had already changed, I mean . . . made the separation.
MR. MICKELSON: Well, to be frank, I did for a while, but I got it over with quickly. Then I decided it was going to happen again, so I called.
HANNA: Yesterday, we covered some of the events in your childhood. Today, I thought that while we were here, you might feel like discussing the possibility of . . . Is there something the matter? (Stirring of cloth. A sigh)
HANNA: Mr. Mickelson?
MICKELSON: It's coming. I need to lie down here, is this all right?
HANNA: Please, make yourself comfortable. (The sound of Mickelson reclining on the doctor's couch. A few minutes of breathing and relative silence.)
HANNA: My God! (The audible taped session ends here. The following period of about two and a half minutes was apparently removed by way of accidentally reversing the machine and taping over, then, suddenly the dialogue resumes.)
HANNA: But you must! I insist! It is too important to science! We must have corroboration and we need witnesses, professionals! Let me make the call!
MICKELSON: (Sounding slightly different, voice modulated) No! I will not allow myself to be the subject of a zoological study! I came to you for support, because I want this to happen all the time. I like being this way now, and it does not frighten me. I won't be the spectacle that would create. This is between you and me. No one else must know.
HANNA: I can't believe what I am actually seeing! He . . . I mean you, over there, on the couch! And you, here . . . but it's not you, it's you like you were twenty-five years ago! My God! I need a drink. Let me get one. (Sounds of cabinet opening, glasses, a liquid being poured.)
HANNA: Care for a Scotch? Single malt?
MICKELSON: Sure. That would be excellent.
HANNA: I thought you were a teetotaler.
MICKELSON: I didn't quit until the early eighties. I'm not an ex-drinker yet, Doctor. Please pour me a double.
HANNA: Here. How's this?
MICKELSON: Just right. Thank you. (A gap in the tape of about one minute with few sounds.)
HANNA: I believe there is something wrong with my recorder. Maybe I damaged it when I knocked it on the floor. (Sound ends on this tape.)

(New tape begins. Same day session.)

MICKELSON: The event, when it occurs, seems like a great release. I just get up and there I am, feeling much better.
HANNA: You really do look different, you know. I believe that if I were you, I would strive to remain in that state, the younger of the two. But right now, I want to perform my medical nonsense on the two of you. I am going to take your two pulses, listen to your hearts and try some experimental medicine on you, with your permission, of course.
MICKELSON: Of course. (Sounds of the doctor apparently taking pulse readings and using his stethoscope. He records the results, sounds of writing and paper.)
HANNA: Amazing! There are two distinctly different readings, in all cases. You have a very steady but higher rate of heart beat. The sleeping you has a quite normal rate for a person at rest. By the way, what do you have to do in order to wake him? I mean you?
MICKELSON: It just happens. In fact, I've never done that on purpose. I never wanted to do it. When I wake up, this me, the one talking now, simply ceases to exist.
HANNA: In that case, there would have to be a noise.
MICKELSON: How come?
HANNA: When matter ceases to occupy space, the air rushes in to replace it, causing a clap of sound. ItÕs simple displacement. A vacuum cannot exist in ordinary airspace.
MICKELSON: I have never noticed a sound.
HANNA: Isn't this a remarkable thing? I can't get over it! (Several minutes of a return to questions about Mickelson's childhood. See the Appendices.)
HANNA: What's the matter?
MICKELSON: I think I am going to make the transition soon, if my stirring over there means that. It looks like I am about to recover.
HANNA: Can you feel anything in your present state? Can you feel it coming?
MICKELSON: No, just an occasional - (A sharp slapping sound occurs. It is a noise like a single handclap, only louder.)
HANNA: My good God! (A pause of several seconds during which the sound of a slight moan and then the rustle of leather can be detected.) Are you all right, sir?
MICKELSON: Yes. I'm fine. How did you like that? Oh!
HANNA: Oh, what?
MICKELSON: Your glass. On the floor. He, I mean, I dropped it!
HANNA: Leave it there. No harm. Astounding! Can we please have another physician see this?
MICKELSON: No. I am firm about that! I don't want anyone but you to know.
HANNA: Do you realize that when you are in the out-of-body state, you have the collective consciousness of both states? Your mind is the same in both forms?
MICKELSON: Yes. And that mind is going to insist that you keep this to a doctor-patient confidence.
HANNA: I wish that I could convince you but I won't press it now. What I would like to do is study it more, watch it again, only with some of my own devices attached for monitoring such things as body temperatures.
MICKELSON: Perhaps. Next time maybe.
HANNA: How do you do it? If I could do the same thing as you, I would try to maintain it at least overnight. That way you could sleep in both forms. Do you think that is possible?
MICKELSON: I have never done it, but I can try. In fact, I will try that tonight. I can call you Monday with the results.
HANNA: Good! O.K. Then that should do it for today.
(Tape of session ends.)

MAY 10, MONDAY, 1 PM.

(Tape begins with unintelligible sounds, lasting twenty seconds.)
DR. HANNA: These remarkable sessions resulted in the visible appearance of his second self, right before my eyes, on Saturday. The tapes from that session will contain the specifics. Anyway, I have instructed my assistant to refer all of my patients to Doctors Eberly and Caswell, and Mary is going to take a paid holiday until further notice. I require all the time I can muster to pursue this case. I fully intend to publish the results in due time. Right now I . . .
(Unintelligible sounds, for approximately seven minutes, ten seconds.)
. . . the remaining sessions to be conducted either here or at the patientÕs apartment, where I will also reside on a temporary basis in order to more carefully observe his condition.
(Break in tape. End of this tape)

MAY 11, TUESDAY, 7 AM.

HANNA: I conducted the most extraordinary experiment last night at the patient's apartment. He was in the out-of-body state, and I examined both presences. The physiological differences are startling. I drew blood samples and sent them off to the lab this morning. The results may be back this afternoon, but I will be meeting him at six, here. He may decide to undergo a series of more specific tests at that time, I am not certain. This morning he did express reservations about the speed at which we are developing the examinations. Anyway, I intend to study what appears to be a remarkable difference in physical structure. His out-of-body physiognomy is startling! The man is actually in his twenties!
(Apparent recorder malfunction. Sounds are unintelligible for several minutes.)
HANNA: Can you describe the feeling in any more detail?
MICKELSON: No. That's it. It just feels like you said - a really deep fatigue. Can you feel it, too?
HANNA: I believe so. Oh. I want to lie down.
MICKELSON: Here, Take the couch. I'll get you a more comfortable pillow.
(Snoring, for several minutes. A sound that resembles a sliding or falling soft object.)
MICKELSON: There you are. You did it!
HANNA (Slightly modulated voice): My God! Look at that! I need to see this in the mirror! (Footsteps.)
HANNA: It is me! It is me, thirty-five years ago!
MICKELSON: What now, Doctor?
HANNA: We must find the way to make this permanent, my friend.
(End of tape.)

The remaining tape, the last one recorded and filed in Doctor Hanna's office, is missing. We know it existed because he kept a list of recorded sessions and comments. The title of that missing tape is written there as: Dual sessions at Mickelson Residence/Achievement of willful control "willful" is underscored in the log). When his assistant entered the office in July and found that the houseplants had died and the message machine had overrun its tape, she called the police. During the search for Hanna, and the subsequent search for his patient, Mr. Mickelson, these tapes were discovered along with the Doctor's logs. Aside from this information, we have been unable to develop any indications of either personÕs whereabouts since about June 13 or 14 of this year.

(APPENDICES)

A. (Investigator's note: The neighbor, Mr. Furman, in Apartment 16A, remembered that on the evening of June 13 or 14, he heard and saw Mr. Mickelson and another man whom the first addressed as "Doctor" walking down the front stairway with suitcases. Both men appeared to be young, and he remarked that his neighbor seemed more spry than usual. The other man, he noted, seemed equally energetic and said the words: "to somewhere out west, my good fellow. We have the whole thing to live over again!" Or, it was something to that effect.)

B. (ATTACHMENT TO CASE FILE: Case Number NY091-2454)
(Letterhead of County Coroner)
It is, in the opinion of this office, that the human remains found cryogenically frozen at the Poughkeepsie Institute of Cryogenic Research, on November 8th of this year, are the bodies of Mr. Thomas P. Mickelson and Doctor Samuel D. Hanna. The certificates, legally and correctly filed under the laws of the State, which committed these two remains into cryogenic stasis, appear to have been signed by the proper medical authorities on June 13 of this year. The admitting physician was recorded as Dr. S. Hanna. In compliance with the official request of the District Attorney, I do therefore certify that the case has been sufficiently examined and found complete. The remains, in accordance with the certification on file, must be maintained in their present cryogenic state. It appears that the two gentlemen desired to have themselves committed to cryogenic storage. The case of their disappearance is closed. (Signature of Coroner)

C. to M. (APPENDED CONVERSATIONS AS NOTED IN THE PREVIOUS TRANSCRIPTS)

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