Krasna asked about life on Earth, and occasionally Eldon created Earth scenes for her. Once he built a dream automobile, unhampered by the structural limitations of Earth materials, and any number of miles of broad highway. Everything but the traffic. Krasna was delighted at first, amused by the manually operated controls, but then she saddened as she remembered that once Varda had had its own system of roads. So Eldon erased the perfect automobile and perfect highway from existence. Krasna looked at him peculiarly. She seemed almost afraid of him, so deep was her awe. "You--you are most certainly El-ve-don!" she whispered. "Only El-ve-don could know how to do such a thing. My people will be grateful to you forever when you save us from Sasso." Irrational anger stirred within him at her assumption. "No! I shall return to Earth as soon as I can--if I can. I am not El-ve-don." Krasna was shocked. "Then some day Sasso will come to Earth." Eldon shrugged, rejecting the thought, his mind still unwilling to believe in the very existence of Sasso. Then it was time for her to visit the Chamber. Her thought-body _thinned out_, vanished. Eldon found their private world dreary and dead without her. With the bright, vital waves of her personality missing there was no joy. He grew intolerably lonely, anxious for her return. When she reappeared everything was right again in their self-created world. The news she brought was mixed. Their bodies were repairing satisfactorily, she reported, but outside the Chamber there was chaos and steadily deepening defeat for the Forest People. Many had been captured--she shuddered with horror--while others more fortunate had been killed. Her eagerness to leave their dream world communicated itself to Eldon, but their reasoning was different. She was dedicated to the struggle against Sasso. He hoped with his newfound knowledge to escape the brutalities of Varda and return to old familiar Earth. But the time was not yet. Once more she went away and once more she returned, this time almost at once. "Eldon!" she wailed even as she materialized. "We must go back now!" "Why?" he demanded. "Because The Night approaches. Two Earth minds aiding the Faith have disturbed the balance. My people can not hold the Gateway much longer." "But--?" "If we don't we shall be lost here forever!" Suddenly Eldon's homesick longing for Earth gave way to hesitation. Here he was whole, not a cripple. There-- But Krasna's absences had shown him that to be alone for all eternity on this self-created world would be unendurable. Even a disembodied brain could--would--go mad from loneliness. And there was Margaret, a prisoner of the Faith. He had no choice. "All right," he agreed reluctantly. "Now!" Instinctively he knew the way. "Eldon! El-ve-don! Stay near me!" He sensed Krasna's appeal even as their thought-world crumbled back into the featureless opacity of limbo, and he responded amid the _nothingness_.