_"The feeling of my family is that my father should go to eternal rest. He was an old and sick man and frequently expressed the desire to sleep forever. We emphatically will not subject his remains to the dubious claims of the so-called reanimators currently in the headlines."_ Harker looked up. "Listen to this hogwash, Lois!" He read her the article, bearing down with sardonic malice on Jonathan's more cynical remarks. She nodded. "I heard about it before. Seems some people got up a quick petition to bring old Bryant back to life. Jonathan's statement was broadcast about five this afternoon." Scowling, Harker said, "You can bet they'll rush him off to the crematorium in a hurry, now. They waited four years for him to die, and they'd be damned before they let him be brought back to life!" The phone rang again. Lois slipped away to answer it, while Harker busied himself with the papers. She returned in a moment, looking puzzled, and said, "It's a Father Carteret. He begged me to let him talk to you. What should I tell him?" "Never mind. I'll talk to him." He picked up in the foyer, where the phone was audio-only. "Father Carteret? Jim Harker speaking." "Hello there, Jim." Carteret sounded troubled. "I--I guess you meant what you said, that day you saw me. It's all over the papers." "I know. Some knucklehead sprang the thing prematurely and we're stuck with it now." "I thought I'd let you know that ecclesiastic circles are in a dither," Carteret said. "The Archbishop's been on the phone to Rome half the day." Harker's throat tightened. "Any news?" "Afraid so. The Vatican has issued a hands-off order: no Catholic is to go near your process in any way whatever until the Church has had ample time to explore the implications. Which means a few months or a few centuries; there's no telling." "So it's a condemnation, then?" "Pretty much so," Carteret agreed softly. "Until it's determined whether or not reanimation is sinful, no Catholic can let a member of his family be reanimated--or even work in your laboratories. I hope everything works out for you, Jim. There's nothing you can do now but stick to your guns, is there?" "No," Harker said. "I guess not." He thanked the priest for the advance information and hung up. Storm-clouds were beginning to gather already. But his earlier mood of gloom and desperation had washed away, he found. He knew why. The battle had been joined. No more behind-the-scenes skulking; he was out in the open as the standard-bearer of Beller Labs. It promised to be a rough fight, but that didn't scare him. "This is my second chance," he said to Lois. She smiled palely. "I don't understand, Jim."