Ala's father--they called him Thone--found his daughter with Will; took Will to his home, where for a nameless time they were together, exchanging friendly thoughts that each might know what manner of world was his friend's. To Will it was the first rationality of this new realm. They reclined within a globe of luxurious fittings which gave a sense of peace, luxury, well-being of the mind, derived by what means Will could not say. He only was aware that Ala was beside him, her father facing them. He had thought of Bee and of me with fear--had wondered where we were, had wished we were with him. But Thone had told him not to be afraid. It was so easy to wander. We had not come to harm within the meeting house. We would presently come back, or if we did not, he would send out and find us. The interior of the globe was vaguely luminous. Thone said, "We would perhaps be more comfortable if we could see outside." He murmured words--commands spoken aloud; and a shell of the globe in a patch above them slowly seemed to dissolve--or at least become transparent, so that they saw through it a vista of the city of globes--a city lying then in the vertical plane with the black void of darkness to one side. * * * * * Thone was a grave man of dominant aspect; eyes from which shone a power of mind unmistakable. He listened silently while Will tried to describe our Earthly existence. Occasionally he would question, smiling his doubts. At last he said, "It seems very queer to have the mind so enchained by its body." Then Thone spoke of his own realm. "We Egos--" The word struck upon Will's consciousness with an aptness startling. Egos! Why, of course. These were not people. He--himself--was no longer a man; an Ego, little more. "We Egos live so different a life. It is nearly all mental. This body--" He struck himself. "It is negligible." Soon they were plunged into scientific discussion, for only by an attempt at comparison in terms of science could Will hope to grasp the elements of this new material universe. He said so, frankly; and Thone at once acquiesced. "I will try," he smiled, "to tell you the essence of all we know of--shall we call it the construction of this universe of ours? All we know. My friend, it is only the wise man who knows how little is his knowledge. "Our world then is a void of Space and Time. The Space of itself is Nothingness, illimitable. Yet to our consciousness it has a shape, a curvature, like this that is around us now." He indicated the hollow interior of the globe. "To traverse it in a single direction, one always tends to return." Will said: "A globular void of Space. I can understand that. But how big is it?"