Griffin shook his head as the cab took another turn and sped deeper into the city. He had wanted a healthy body again. And they had promised him a healthy body. The prosthesis was almost total, the remodelling he could never have understood, the probing and repairing, the replacing and regrowing and relearning. And he had come forth with a healthy body, with his past life's full measure of memory and experience, and another sixty years in which to use it. He had thought that a healthy, whole body once more was all he could ever desire-- And now he wondered. * * * * * He knew now that he was going to see Dr. Barnez first, before he went anywhere else. He leaned over and gave the driver the address, and then settled back, waiting as the car reached the upper-level strips of the New City. He found the doctor's house, and waited in the small anteroom for a few moments. Then he saw the familiar, stooped figure, beaming at him from the door of the inner office. "Come in, Griff, come in!" he boomed. "Lord, man, what a change! You look like you never looked before. They treated you well over there--" The old doctor tossed him a cigar, and settled back, regarding him over silver-rimmed glasses. "Any regret, Griff? Even cigars you can have again now!" Griffin shook his head, feeling the uneasiness nibbling again at his mind. "No--no regrets, nothing I can put my finger on--" He nipped the cigar, feeling suddenly foolish to take such relish in contemplating the acrid smoke of a dried-up weed. "But a multitude of things you can't quite put your finger on, eh?" The old man was smiling. Griffin nodded slowly. "You'll find the readjustment troublesome at times. But as a Free Agent, it's infinitely easier." The old man paused. "You've seen Marian?" Griffin flushed. "No. I haven't been home. I'm--I'm a little afraid to go." "Don't be. Marian will be there." "Oh, I don't mean that. It's just--I've been waiting so long, and hoping so much. I don't know what to expect of Marian, I'm afraid she'll be different, somehow--" "_She_ won't be changed." Griffin's eyes caught the old man's. "I know it. But what about me? I don't feel any different--" Dr. Barnez held up a wrinkled, blue-veined hand. "It's to be expected, isn't it? You're not the same man you were. Your mind is intact, but there are many more things that make a man what he is than his mind, Griff. You've been changed in many ways--physical changes, chemical changes, endocrine changes. That's why you're a Free Agent. They've learned the hard way that they can't force the new form into the old mold. It just didn't work." Griffin sat forward, his eyes burning on the old man's face. "What's happened to the others, doctor? I want it straight." Doctor Barnez shook his head. "Why torture yourself, Griff? Go home to Marian, see how you feel--" "I want it straight."