"Have you ever analyzed the mechanics of that implausible proposition? Look here--" A pencil came out and began scribbling on the long-suffering table top. Catherine chuckled. "I wonder if we'll ever find out," she murmured. Gilchrist rubbed chilled fingers together. Blast it, the air was still cooling off! "It'd be interesting to land a ship on Nep himself and check the geology," he said. "A catastrophe like that would leave traces." "When they can build a ship capable of landing on a major planet without being squeezed flat by the air pressure, that'll be the day. I think we'll have to settle for telescopes and spectroscopes for a long, long time to come--" The girl's voice trailed off, and her dark fine head poised. The loudspeaker was like thunder. "DR. VESEY! DR. VESEY! PLEASE CONTACT ENGINEERING OFFICE! DR. VESEY, PLEASE CONTACT DR. JAHANGIR! OVER." For a moment, there was silence in the bar. "I wonder what the trouble is," said Alemán. "Something to do with the heating plant, I suppose--" Again Catherine's tones died, and they stared at each other. The station was a magnificent machine; it represented an engineering achievement which would have been impossible even fifty years ago. It kept a hundred human creatures warm and moist, it replenished their air and synthesized their food and raised a wall of light against darkness. But it had not the equipment to call across nearly four and a half billion kilometers of vacuum. It had no ship of its own, and the great Corps vessel would not be back for three years. It was a long way to Earth. * * * * * Dinner was a silent affair that period. There were a few low-voiced exchanges, but they only seemed to deepen the waiting stillness. And the cold grew apace. You could see your breath, and your thin garments were of little help. The meal was over, and the groups of friends were beginning to drift out of the refectory, when the intercoms woke up again. This chamber had a vision screen. Not an eye stirred from Director Samuel Vesey as he looked out of it. His lips were firm and his voice steady, but there was a gleam of sweat on the ebony skin--despite the cold. He stared directly before him and spoke: "Attention, all personnel. Emergency situation. Your attention, please." After a moment, he seemed to relax formality and spoke as if face to face. "You've all noticed our trouble. Something has gone wrong with the heating plant, and Dr. Jahangir's crew haven't located the trouble so far. "Now there's no reason for panic. The extrapolated curve of temperature decline indicates that, at worst, it'll level off at about zero Centigrade. That won't be fun, but we can stand it till the difficulty has been found. Everyone is advised to dress as warmly as possible. Food and air plant crews are going on emergency status. All projects requiring energy sources are cancelled till further notice.