"The spot removed all the air from the room," Cercy explained, "as well as the furniture and the Ambassador." "He couldn't take it," Malley said. "No pattern can cohere, in a state of patternlessness. He's gone to join Alfern." Malley started to giggle. Cercy felt like joining him, but pulled himself together. "Take it easy," he said. "We're not through yet." "Sure we are! The Ambassador--" "Is out of the way. But there's still an alien fleet homing in on this region of space. A fleet so strong we couldn't scratch it with an H-bomb. They'll be looking for us." He stood up. "Go home and get some sleep. Something tells me that tomorrow we're going to have to start figuring out some way of camouflaging a planet." --ROBERT SHECKLEY * * * * *