We radiated the danger area, left 231 for a pick-up team, and headed for home. * * * * * Moya walked with me from Quarantine to the Terra Ramp. The leg still wasn't right. "Did you mention me kindly in your report?" "Of course not," I told him. He chuckled and put his hand on my shoulder. "About Ben Stuart--" "It's a nasty job," I said. "Did he rate getting cashiered?" "He did, Tony." "Well, take care of yourself, Ivy." The redhead again was on duty at the outbound desk. She ignored me. _Xanadu!_ It was night, and there was a heavy fog. Standing alone on the open promenade outside the dome, I was grateful that I couldn't see the sky--and the ominous stars that were not so far away. A couple of months later, I heard that Epsilon-Terra had received its official name: _Atri-Terra_. _Atri_ from attrition. I've wondered ever since whether GS based the choice upon the secular or the theological definition. THE END Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from _Analog_ November 1961. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed. Minor spelling and typographical errors have been corrected without note.