"I'd be bound to dream about you. I've dreamed about you so much.... _Owww!_" He got his right hand up to cherish his tingling cheek. "So you felt that," she said. "Now you know you're awake. Or must I slap you again?" "I'm sorry, Madame." "You called me Lya. Can you stand up? I'll help you." She helped him. He stood up, there in the admission chamber of Base Camp. Lya Stromminger was smiling, and she was crying, too. "You didn't go away," he said. "You're still here." The weight of his odyssey, half around Pluto, was beginning to stagger him. "No, I stayed. I knew you'd come back. I knew Pluto couldn't kill you or keep you from coming back." He drank more from the cup she held to his lips. "We'll wait together for them to come with the next expedition," she promised him. "Twenty years? Supplies--" "There'll be plenty. Don't you know about Pluto? Didn't those craters, those old volcanoes, tell you?" Thinking of how he had crossed the crater, Wofforth shuddered. "Pluto is colder than anybody even guessed--outside. But inside are the internal fires--like all the solid planets. We made our tests and we can tap them. I kept the instruments for that. It means we'll have power, and can make our synthetic foods and so on for as long as we need them. You and I are the inhabitants here--" He stumbled to a chair and sat. "Twenty years--" he said. Her arm was still around him. Her hair brushed his cheek. "It won't be long. We have so much to say to each other."