All at once, he _knew_. She, too, was one of them--the serene, wonderful woman who had, in a few short years, guided him from obscurity to the pinnacle, and whose quiet poise and steadfastness had brought him triumphantly through so much. When he looked in her closet, he was somehow not surprised to discover that his own things--his golf clubs and fishing gear--had replaced her removed garments. He wandered out on the balcony. All at once a light flashed down out of the sky and hovered low, no more than a half mile away, over what had been Harlan’s house. It hovered for an instant and then, suddenly, it was gone--and the Great Man felt alone as never before in his life. What had Harlan said--about love being enough? “It will have to be, for you have very little else.” The Great Man looked up at Orion, and the Big Dipper, and at Jupiter lurking low on the horizon. Somehow, he knew, mankind had passed a lot of tests, with a great deal of travail--and the big one still lay still ahead. He wondered about his opposite numbers around the Earth. Had they, too, had advisors from the stars? That, he decided, was one intangible he was going to have to take for granted. As he went back inside, he was formulating plans to bring them all together, to get them over the last hurdle safely. And for the first time he had the feeling that, elsewhere in the world, sad but still-important great men and women were sharing his thoughts and emotions. It wasn’t a bad thing to know. Not a bad thing at all. Transcriber’s note: This etext was produced from Fantastic Universe, November 1955 (Vol. 4, No. 4.). Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed. Obvious errors have been silently corrected in this version, but minor inconsistencies have been retained as printed.