Red had come to the edge of the drawing desk. "What does it matter, how?" she said sternly. "You know perfectly well that the only way to get rid of the body you're in is to die." She looked back at me. "What are you waiting for?" I rubbed my head. "Somehow it doesn't seem--" She sat back and wailed. Willy jumped from the floor and cupped her tenderly in his hands. "Don't cry, sweet. After all, it _is_ asking a lot of Jim." "He gave us the solution," she cried, "and now he's backing out of his part in it!" "Well," said Willy, "he wasn't expected to know he'd have to kill me--" "How _else_ can you leave the body you're in?" she sobbed. "What did he expect you'd do? Occupy two bodies at the same time?" Willy looked at me. I shrugged. "Have to confess I hadn't thought of it," I muttered, only half aware that they had me over a barrel. I was half tempted to ask Willy to fill my rye glass with pastels again, but it seemed an imposition at the moment. "Oh, what the hell," I said committingly. "I'm not the kind of guy to let a friend down over a technicality!" Red leapt to my lap and clambered up my shirtfront. "I _knew_ you wouldn't let us down!" she said happily, and bussed my chin. Before I could be modest about it she had bounded to the desk-top and was stretching herself out beside Willy's drawing of himself. Willy and I stared from her to each other. "Well," Willy said. "Let's get to it." I won't elaborate on the details on my act of friendship. I killed Willy in as gentle a manner as possible, and when I turned back to the layout pad they were sitting there embracing. Willy-the-Figment stood up proudly and extended his hand, the one Red wasn't clinging to. "Thanks, Jim," he said, when I had shaken it warmly with my finger-tip. "I knew when I phoned you tonight that you were just the one who would come up with an unselfish, practical solution to my dilemma. I'd like to say--" "Oh, come on, come on, Willy," Red said impatiently, pulling him back to the pad. "Jim knows how much we appreciate his help. Come _on_!" "Oh, very well," said Willy, winking at me. I winked back. "Lucky sti--" I began, but then remembered Willy's corpse. That brought a nagging thought to my mind, but Willy and Red were lying side-by-side, half submerged in their second dimension, and Red was beckoning impatiently, pointing to the dough rubber beside her. "Hurry up," she said. "Rub us out." I rubbed them out. Willy's body vanished from the floor as I dropped the eraser. And just as suddenly I was sober. Cold, shaking sober. Where was Willy? I looked around the room. Nobody but me. Me and my delirium tremens. I got out of that apartment fast and headed for a long line of drinks. I had a big case of murder to wash away. Or did I?... ... So you see, that's how it is. Willy's gone, and nobody knows where. Nobody but me. And I don't know either. I keep thinking of what Red said about her "fourth dimension" world. I think about it a lot.