The voice tapered off into silence, and Sandra, her eyes wide with fear and amazement whispered: "That's the story of the Flood and he told it as if he was there. What does it mean?" Franstein silenced her with a gesture and bent over Richardson whose eyes were closed. "Ham," he said, a note of insistence in his voice, "you hear me? Answer!" The eyes half opened. "Yes, I hear you." "Tell me, where did you go in the ark?" "To a place of many waters ... many waters, and we rested on them until they went down." Now the voice was fading. "Where was it? Tell me, where was it?" The reply came in almost a whisper. "I don't know. It was another earth ... another earth...." The eyes closed again, the breathing became deeper, but the lips still moved, and through them, barely heard in the tense silence, came again the low, chanting sounds. Then they, too, died away to silence, the lips ceased to move, and Richardson slept. End of Project Gutenberg's Another Earth, by David Evans and Al Landau