The dark landscape dropped away rapidly. Within minutes, Neptune was a great mass on the screen, diminishing in size ... diminishing, diminishing. He wiped his damp forehead and stared at the instrument panel. If she came out of it with a memory of the five days, she would be in love with him. Maybe enough in love with him to condone his socking and kidnapping her. If that happened, he would give up this fool freight-hauling. It was nothing but pushing buttons anyhow. He would spit in the fleet admiral's eye. Tell him to fly his own ships. Leyloon and he.... But what if she came out of it _without_ a memory of the five days? He was taking her away before they happened, wasn't he? He was kidnapping a Neptunian girl who had, in fact, never set eyes on him! How would he explain _that_? Yes, how! She would probably hate his guts ... and he couldn't blame her if she did. She would probably demand to be taken back. She.... The sweat glistened on his forehead. If that happened, it would be the end. There would be no point to existence now if.... He glued his eyes to the instruments. They were hours away from Neptune now. Nearing the zone. It was time to slow the ship. There were vibrations. Clawing, clutching vibrations that began to insinuate themselves into the ship, into every cell and atom within that bubble of metal. Vibrations. They were ghastly. But they couldn't be doing to him what they were doing to Leyloon. She might be undergoing a complete reverse in time. Every particle of her being constricted, twisted and battled over. If she lived through it, would she know him? Would she know that.... His hands were slick with sweat. They slipped on the controls. Vibrations thrilled every cell of his body. Then it stopped. They were across, into the time-stream of the inner planets. Darrel set the controls with feverish haste for full speed, and switched them over to automatic. He wanted to look at the girl, but couldn't. The possible consequences of what he had done appalled him. How could he dare such a crazy stunt? What if she hadn't made it? What if she didn't know him? What if.... "Where am I?" The voice was feeble. Darrel heard it. An exultant grin began to creep up his face. They were the most beautiful words he had ever heard. They were in a logical sensible sequence. He could _understand_ them! His pulse hammering in his head, he willed himself to turn and see whether.... Leyloon was unbuckling the straps and sitting up. Struggling off the bunk. Leyloon's face came up. There was a faint, tremulous smile on it. A _smile_. Darrel whooped! He leaped across the cabin space toward the girl, slipped, and fell ignominiously to the deck. Leyloon laughed.