Scotty had stood up then, laughing. "Are you trying to frighten me? Look, General--I've been working on this ship since it first started. I know it inside out and backwards. I'm not afraid of this trip. I've got to be the one to go." The General had shifted some papers on his desk. "All right. They weighed you in at 142 pounds. Our calculations call for 135. Every ounce over that cuts a hard percentage out of your fuel. You'll have to suck down." "I can do that." "All right--but don't starve yourself. And don't dehydrate any more than you absolutely must. You'll have enough water for ten days, no more. Three up, three back, four there. Now then. The psych boys will go to work on your coordination for the next few days. That's critical. The first and second stages will disengage automatically, but you'll have to maneuver your own landing." Scotty nodded. "I've been maneuvering dummies until I'm blue in the face." "You'll need it pounded in." "It's pounded, don't worry." The General gave a satisfied nod. "All right, Scotty. See you at the blast-off. And remember, if you want to pull out--nobody will blame you. Right down to the last minute before Zero, you can pull out--" "I don't think so," said Scotty. "I don't think I'm going to pull out. Not on this one." * * * * * "_Zero minus twenty minutes--_" The harsh metallic voice dragged Scotty back to the present with a jolt. For a moment he had almost regained the old familiar burn of self-assured bravado he had felt as he had finished talking to the General that day and sauntered out toward the ship standing in the launching scaffold. He had even been smiling as he recalled the interview-- But now his eye caught the dull gleam of the control board before him, and his smile faded. The voice was whispering softly, deep inside his head: _Come off it, Scotty. Who are you trying to kid?_ His hand trembled, and he leaned back, forcing his tense leg muscles to relax. What do you mean, who am I trying to kid? he thought, angrily. You're crazy. Would I be kidding myself? I quit kidding myself years ago. I know what I'm up to. This is a journey for heroes, and I'm going to be the hero, this time. _For sure._ This time there won't be any doubt. _They_ won't have any doubt, and _I_ won't have any doubt-- _You're alone, Scotty. Remember? You can quit acting now._ He shuddered, and glanced uneasily around the tiny closed chamber. Alone? What a laugh. A man can never be alone. There are always a million memories, wheeling and spinning and roaring around inside your head. Memories of people, of hopes and dreams and fears. You can build a heavy wall in your mind to keep them back, but when you're alone, and scared, and helpless, the wall starts to crumble down-- There's nobody to fool any more, Scotty. The act is over. Admit it, you're scared, _you can hardly hold still you're so scared_--