A multitude of tiny voices seemed to whisper through him. It was as if the parts of his body had suddenly found voices and were reporting to him what they were doing. These were voices out of his training days when he had learned the names of these functions and how to use them. "Be quiet!" he said roughly. The little voices seemed to blend into a single chorus. "Action, Master! Do something." "Quiet!" Johnson ordered. "But hurry. We are excited." "There is a time to be excited and a time to hurry. In this situation, if action is taken before the time for it--if that time ever comes--we can all die." "Die?" the chorus quavered. "Yes," Johnson said. "Now be quiet. When the time goes we will all go together." The chorus went into muted silence. But just under the threshold the little voices were a multitude of tiny fretful pressures. "I hear a whirring sound," his ears reported. "Please!" Johnson said. In the front of the room Unger floated ten feet above the floor. "Master, we are not lying!" his eyes repeated. "I sweat...." his skin began. "Watch Unger!" Johnson said. The Dreamer floated. If wires suspended him, Johnson could not see them. If any known force lifted him, Johnson could not detect that force. All he could say for certain was that Unger floated. "Yaaah!" The silence of a room was broken by the enraged scream of a Venusian being jarred out of his dream. "Damn it!" A human voice said. A wave as sharp as the tip of a sword swept through the room. Unger fell. He was ten feet high when he started to fall. With a bone-breaking, body-jarring thud, the Dreamer fell. Hard. There was a split second of startled silence in the Dreaming Room. The silence went. Voices came. "Who did that?" "What happened?" "That human hidden there did it! He broke the Dreaming!" Anger marked the voices. Although the language was Venusian, Johnson got most of the meaning. His hand dived under his coat for the gun holstered there. At his left, Caldwell was muttering thickly. "What--what happened? I was back in the lab on Earth--" Caldwell's voice held a plaintive note, as if some pleasant dream had been interrupted. On Johnson's right, Vee Vee seemed to flow to life. Her arms came up around his neck. He was instantly prepared for anything. Her lips came hungrily against his lips, pressed very hard, then gently drew away. "What--" he gasped. "I had to do it now, darling," she answered. "There may not be a later." Johnson had no time to ask her what she meant. Somewhere in the back of the room a human screamed. He jerked around. Back there a knot of Venusians were attacking a man. "It's Martin!" Caldwell shouted. "He _is_ here!"