Through a haze of giant mosquitoes he saw a mountain of a beast advancing toward him, tiny forepaws clutching the air, vast head opening to reveal foot-long teeth. He started to run, but even as he did so he knew it was fruitless. In the steamy jungle sweat poured down him like summer rain. The hot breath of the tyrannosaur was only feet behind him. Hendriks turned, looked up. The mighty jaws were opening; the knife-like teeth beckoned. "No!" he screamed "No!" Suddenly all went blank. * * * * * He sat in numbed silence for an instant, realizing he was back in the theater. The voice in his ear said, "There will be a brief intermission before proceeding with the remaining half of the program. Please remain in your seats to avoid confusion. Thank you." Hendriks shook his head wearily; he was dizzy, utterly exhausted. His stiff white shirt had lost all its starch. He was bathed in sweat. His hands shook. His fingernails, he noticed, had been chewed to the quick. He felt as if he had been to hell and back. He finally mustered enough strength to look over at his wife. She was sitting back in her plush chair, utterly beaten. He glanced around the theater. The other first-nighters were sitting in attitudes ranging from glassy-eyed exhaustion to complete nervous breakdown. "The second part of the program will begin in three minutes," the pleasant voice said. "Oh, no it won't!" Hendriks muttered out loud. His voice sounded like a harsh croak in his ears. He seized his wife by the hand; she felt cold, clammy. "Let's go, Dot. Let's get out of here." She came to life and nodded in silent agreement. Weakly they tottered down the vast aisle, past the pretty near-nude usherettes, through the huge vestibule, out into the coolness of the night air and the relative peace of the city. There were still some people gathered outside. "How is it? Real nice?" "Is it over?" "Hey, you leavin' so soon?" Hendriks ignored them. He hailed a jetcab, helped his wife in, staggered in himself. He gave the driver his address. "You comin' from the Ultrarama show?" the driver asked. Hendriks nodded. "Swell thing, ain't it? It's supposed to be _real_, and I mean real!" "It sure is," Hendriks agreed. He leaned back and tried to relax. His nerves were still quivering like overtaut harp strings. "It's quite a thing," he said. "But not for me. I'm going home. I'm going to take a nice calming shower, a sedative, and get in bed. Then I'm going to read a nice quiet book. How about you, Dot?" She nodded. "_That's_ real enough for me," she said.