"It's worse than it looks," he told her quietly, drawing her back from the door again. He explained what had happened, told her the radioactivity had not quite reached critical point--which was a lie. "So," he concluded, "we're wasting time. If I rush in there, fire, and rush right out everything will be fine." "Then let me. I'm quicker than you." "No. I--I'm more familiar with the gun." Dying would not be too bad, if he went with reasonable certainty he had saved the Earth. No man ever died so importantly, Temple thought briefly, then felt cold fear when he realized it would be dying just the same. He fought it down, said: "I'll be right back." Sophia looked at him, smiling vaguely. "Then you insist on doing it?" When he nodded she told him, "Then,--kiss me. Kiss me now, Kit--in case something...." Fiercely, he swept her to him, bruising her lips with his. "Sophia, Sophia...." At last, she drew back. "Kit," she said, smiling demurely. She took his right hand in her left, held it, squeezed it. Her own right hand she suddenly brought up from her waist, fist clenched, driving it against his jaw. Temple fell, half stunned by the blow, at her feet. For the space of a single heartbeat he watched her move slowly toward the round doorway, then he had clambered to his feet, running after her. He got his arms on her shoulders, yanked at her. When she turned he saw she was crying. "I--I'm sorry, Kit. You couldn't fool me about ... Stephanie. You can't fool me about this." She had more leverage this time. She stepped back, bringing her small, hard fist up from her knees. It struck Temple squarely at the point of the jaw, with the strength of Jovian-trained muscle behind it. Temple's feet left the floor and he landed with a thud on his back. His last thought of Sophia--or of anything, for a while--made him smile faintly as he lost consciousness. For a kiss she had promised him another dislocated jaw, and she had kept her promise.... * * * * * Later, how much later he did not know, something soft cushioned his head. He opened his eyes, stared through swirling, spinning murk. He focused, saw Arkalion. No--two Arkalions standing off at a distance, watching him. He squirmed, knew his head was cushioned in a woman's lap. He sighed, tried to sit up and failed. Soft hands caressed his forehead, his cheeks. A face swam into vision, but mistily. "Sophia," he murmured. His vision cleared. It was Stephanie. * * * * * "It's over," said Arkalion. "We're on our way back to Earth, Kit." "But the ships--" "All destroyed. If my people want to come here in ten thousand years, let them try. I have a hunch you of Earth will be ready for them." "It took us five thousand to reach Nowhere," Temple mused. "It will take us five thousand to return. We'll come barely in time to warn Earth--"