Alan looked around to see if anybody he knew might be watching. There was no one around. Quantrell started walking, and Alan fell in behind him. "I hope you know where you're going," Alan said. "Because I don't." Kevin pointed down the long winding street. "We go down to the foot of this street, turn right into Carhill Boulevard, head down the main drive toward the bridge. The Earther city is on the other side of the river." "You better be right." They made it at a fairly good clip through the sleepy Enclave, passing rapidly through the old, dry, dusty streets. Finally they came to the end of the street and rounded the corner onto Carhill Boulevard. The first thing Alan saw was the majestic floating curve of the bridge. Then he saw the Earther city, a towering pile of metal and masonry that seemed to be leaping up into the sky ahead of them, completely filling the view. Alan pointed to the bridge-mouth. "That's where we go across, isn't it?" But Quantrell hung back. He stopped in his tracks, staring dangle-jawed at the immense city facing them. "There it is," he said quietly. "Sure. Let's go, eh?" Alan felt a sudden burst of impatience and started heading toward the approach to the bridge. But after three or four paces he realized Quantrell was not with him. He turned and saw the other spaceman still rooted to the ground, gazing up at the vast Earther city as if in narcoshock. "It's big," Quantrell murmured. "_Too_ big." "_Kevin!_ What's wrong?" "Leave him alone," Rat whispered. "I have a hunch he won't be going with you." Alan watched in astonishment as Quantrell took two steps hesitantly backward away from the bridge, then a third. There was a strange, almost thunderstruck expression on Kevin's face. Then he broke out of it. He shook his head. "We aren't really going across--huh, Donnell?" He gave a brittle little laugh. "Of course we are!" Alan looked around nervously, hoping no one from the _Valhalla_ had spotted him in all this time. Puzzled at Quantrell's sudden hesitation after his earlier cockiness, Alan took a couple of shuffling steps toward the bridge, slowly, keeping his eyes on the other starman. "I can't go with you," Kevin finally managed to say. His face was flushed and strained-looking. He was staring upward at the seemingly topless towers of the city. "It's too big for me." He choked back a half-whimper. "The trouble with me is--the--trouble--with--me--is----" Quantrell lowered his head and met Alan's stare. "I'm afraid, Donnell. Stinking sweaty afraid. The city's too big." Red-faced, he turned and walked away, back up the street. Alan silently watched him go. "Imagine that. Afraid!" "It's a big place," Rat warned. "Don't you feel the same way? Just a little?"