"Yes, I do," Moore said, remembering, and the psychiatrist pencilled two triumphant lines beneath the word 'hallucinations' on his deskpad. "It began about two weeks after I first made my mathematical discovery. I was lying awake in bed thinking of my theories and how, if ever they could be applied directly to the physical world, doors would be opened to any part of the universe. Just about then a knock came at the door." The psychiatrist nodded. "What time was this?" "About three in the morning," Moore said. "I got up, put on a robe and went to answer it, wondering who it could be at that time. I opened the door and there in the hall was a baby in a basket." "A baby?" queried the psychiatrist. "In a basket? Are you sure?" Moore nodded. "And I noticed something else unusual. Out there it was Mars!" "Out there? Out where?" "Out in the hall. It wasn't the hall in my apartment building, it was some other hall, and through a window I could see a red desert and canals. There isn't a red desert where I live, or any desert at all. There are no canals either. It was Mars." "I see," the psychiatrist said, and he drew a thick ellipse around the word on his pad. "Then what happened?" "I was scared, but I couldn't leave a baby out there in the hall like that. So I picked it up, basket and all, and took it into my room and closed the door. And then--" He gulped and looked out the window at the sky and the tops of buildings. "Here's where the part comes in that's hard to believe." "Yes? Go on," the psychiatrist prompted. "The baby turned into a full-grown woman," Moore said. Despite himself, the psychiatrist felt his eyebrows arch. Well, this was certainly a new one. "You say the baby turned into a full-grown woman. Er--ah--clothed?" Moore reddened and stared at the floor. "No," he said. "I was scared. And embarrassed. Here I am a bachelor, and there was a nude woman in my apartment. How could I explain that to the landlady? Anyway, I threw open the door again, but this time the hall was different. It was like it was before--on Earth, I mean, instead of on Mars." "Very interesting," the psychiatrist said, mentally picturing the situation and temporarily forgetting chicken farms. He wondered how Miss Austin would look _au naturel_. "Did you do anything? That is, anything--ah--well, anything at all?" "I didn't know what to do," Moore said. "She looked about as surprised as I was, but not nearly as embarrassed. I closed the door again and tried to figure out what to do." Despite himself, the psychiatrist was interested. "And did you?" "I had to do something. She didn't know where she was, who she was, or how she'd gotten here. I told her that I thought she came from the planet Mars, and that there was evidently some sort of time stress in the field I'd constructed accidentally since she appeared to be only a child a few minutes before, and that it was my fault, and I'd try to help her.