She looked more disappointed than surprised. "You've no inkling _yet_? I've known most of the truth for days, though I still haven't made the change. Your conditioning must have been too thorough or--" She caught the shift of Alcorn's glance toward the window and turned quickly. The man in gray was watching them intently from the office across the street. "You're under surveillance!" she said sharply. "By whom and for how long?" He told her of Jaffers' call, and winced at the sudden dismay in her face. "At best you've killed an inoffensive psychiatrist with your problem," she said. "At worst--" She came around O'Donnell's desk toward him, her manner abruptly decisive. "We've less time than I hoped. Come out of here, quickly." In the corridor, she opened her handbag and took out a thick white envelope. "There's no time now for explanations. The clippings will give you an idea of what you're up against. Lose your spy if you can and don't go near your apartment. I'll be at your cabin tonight at 21:00. You'll learn the rest then." She pressed a stud at the elevator bank and chose an ascending lift. Alcorn realized that there would be a turbo-copter waiting for her on the roof. She faced Philip before entering the cage. "You have no chance at all except with us. Remember that, or you'll regret it for the rest of your _very_ short life." Alcorn made no attempt to follow. "... except with us," Janice Wynn had said. _Us?_ She was like himself, gifted with his own talent. She was connected somehow with the faceless people of his hallucinations. Who were they, and where were they, and what did they want of him? * * * * * He was still groping for the answers when Kitty came toward him. She gave a little cry of dismay when she saw his face. "You look simply awful, Philip! Is it another of your--" With Kitty's arrival, Alcorn's premonition of disaster returned. Something was going to happen to him, _was_ happening to him, and unless he moved carefully, it could involve Kitty as well. He had to keep Kitty out of this, which meant that he must stay clear of her until he was safe. "It's nothing," he said hastily. "I'll call you later, Kitty. I've another appointment now that can't wait." She put out a hesitant hand. "Philip...." He wanted desperately to tell her the whole improbable story, to reveal his fears and get the reassurance she was able to give him. But he couldn't risk involving Kitty in any danger. "It's nothing," he repeated. He went down the lift quickly because he knew that if he delayed to comfort her, he would never have the courage to go at all. His only clear thought, as he shouldered his way into the late-afternoon throng outside CA, had been to escape from Kitty and from the too-vivid memory of Janice Wynn. Now that he must choose a course, he was brought up short by the fact that, so long as he was tailed by Jaffers' men, there was literally no place for him to go.