"Never you mind, now Jed," Harry said, "you'll get all the chances you want to talk with her. Just be patient." He turned back to his clothing. The was a knock at the door and then it opened to admit a small, conservatively-dressed civilian. Both sergeants jumped to their feet. "Good morning, gentlemen," the civilian said. "I'm George Wadsworth, first secretary at the Embassy here." He looked around the room and smiled. "Your quarters satisfactory, men?" Both soldiers nodded happily. "Good," Wadsworth said. "Oh, by the way Sergeant Cromwell," he turned to Jed, "we've just learned that our hosts plan to launch their manned Moon rocket within the next hour or so. Isn't that interesting?" Jed nodded vigorously. "I though so, too," Wadsworth continued. "I should imagine that your mother would find this quite interesting as well, don't you think, Sergeant Cromwell?" "'Deed she would, sir," Jed said enthusiastically. "Quite so," Wadsworth said mildly. "Why don't you just take the rest of the day off and tell her about it. While you're at it, you might bring her up to date on your trip. And there's a wonderful view of the Kremlin from this window. I'm sure she'll be interested in all this. Just have a nice long chat. Take all day. Take two days if you like. No hurry, you know." He smiled and turned to leave the room. "Don't forget to tell her about your airplane ride, too," he added and then walked to the door. "Thank you, sir," Jed called out after him. Jed grinned happily and lay down on the nice, soft mattress. "Ma," he thought, concentrating harder than he ever did before, "it's me agin." All electrical power went off over the western dominions of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics. * * * * *