Edwardston sleeps in The Arab one last night (his second), before moving to other quarters. The start of this change begins when he finds the very same ship-bed in his inventory. Now he can rezz it anywhere on the property. Later on, he occasionally experiments with *not* sleeping on this particular bed, and finds things go “wonky” as a result. The bed appears to contain some kind of built-in rejuvenating energy source. The word “prana” sprung to Edwardston’s mind when he first learned of it.
He found he had the ship The Arab within his inventory as well. He decided to delete the original and see what lay underneath and around better.
The radio that poked through the floor of his room turned out to actually be positioned on a spool table, surrounded by crates for sitting. The radio still didn’t work, however. Edwardston thought that if he could find friends in this world, they could all sit around and listen to the radio if he could figure out a way to fix it. Maybe the town itself had a radio station, based further to the east where he hadn’t explored yet. An exciting idea.
“Rezz Hill” again. For the first time, Edwardston saw that *his* stream (Edward’s Stream) continued beyond the yellow-green pod thingie and under a building topped by a huge, sitting cat. But he also knew that he shouldn’t descend from this hill toward it, and that further progress to the east must be blocked here. He was defining the comfort limits of his world.
It was probably the next day that Edwardston woke up (in the Edwardston Gallery?) to find Carrcassonne at the pool with the Old Man Baby, or OMB as we’ll abbreviate it sometimes. Edwardston wouldn’t have known who Carrcassonnee was unless he had already visited the 3rd floor of the Temple of TILE, which is a possibility. However I happen to know that he hadn’t seen the massive green being before. Although Carrcassonne has the ability to speak, I also doubt if an exchange of words took place at this time. No, Edwardston would have just taken it all in in his silent, contemplative manner. Mulling it over later, he realized the similarity between Carrcassonne at the end of the new pool and the similarly colored yellow-green pod thingie at the far end of his stream — Edward’s Stream — running parallel to the length of this pool. He also knew that the Old Man Baby represented himself in many ways, starting with the similar red hair or red top, as he thought of it, like a carrot top again. He was newborn in this world, and so was Old Man Baby. Carrcassonne might have been a mother or mother figure to him as well; although they didn’t speak, perhaps Edwardston sensed she was sentient, and female (not apparent on the surface).
Probably the same day as this initial encounter with Carrcassonne, Edwardston arranged all the Esbum related pictures, in order, around the walls of the empty skyscraper next to what turned out to be his new sleeping quarters: Home o’ Fibs. He thought of the former as his new gallery (Edwardson’s or Edwardston Gallery), and the Esbum pictures as an exhibit. Correctly so. His identification with Esbum Michigan was solidified through the exhibit. He felt her pain; he knew her lack.
Later Edwardston planted desert vegetation at Rezz Hill to reinforce a block, in his mind, that needed to exist between the two sides of town, his and not-his. Appropriately the two largest of the 4 plants were prickly, progress deterring cactuses.
Edwardston revels in the wildness of the Rubi Forest, taking care not to walk too close to the other side of town from within.
Sunklands 
