A woman in her early forties with big hair was talking to an older companion.

"Now I will take you to meet another old companion of mine."

And whether she was a bad friend to distrust her old companion's story so completely.

It was an old companion, and he had grown used to its weight.

"We are tiring your old companion and I have things to learn from him yet."

But, what the hell, it would be a chance to see some old companions.

The others looked at one another wondering, as the Power reached up into them, and found old companions suddenly strange.

The old companion says she loved it more than anything on earth.

He looked around to see the response of his older companions.

Lying here, I can call the roll of those old companions.