Paul grinned. "You will. Things will be too far ahead of him by then. And of course, there will be a physical and mental examination. It will be a pity that the Alien left his mind in such a state of shock and delusion but maybe after a few months of psychiatric treatment we can find out the real reason why he hates Psi-Highs so much. And then, perhaps, we'll have a powerful fighter on our side instead of against us." He looked around at the others, his face grave. "We can't afford to have the world against us again, not ever. _That_ part of the news broadcast was perfectly true. There _was_ an Alien. He _was_ telepathic. And there will be others coming--maybe in a year, maybe in five, or ten, or a hundred--" He leaned back wearily in the relaxer. "We cashed in on it, this time, but we mustn't forget the parts that are true." Jean smiled and put her arm around him. "They'll come, sometime--yes. But when they come they'll find the Earth well guarded." Her eyes drifted to the sleeping figure on the cot, and then came back to Paul's and held them. "When they do come, there'll be others--like him--to stop them."