Lyte, rubbing her eyes, came and sat on the floor next to him, resting her head against his knee, drowsily. "I had a dream," she said, looking off at something far away. "I dreamed I lived in caves in a cliff on a cold-hot planet where people grew old and died in eight days and were burnt." "What an impossible dream," said Sim. "People couldn't possibly live in such a nightmare. Forget it. You're awake now." He touched the plates gently. The ship rose and moved into space. Sim was right. The nightmare was over at last. * * * * * [Transcriber's Note: No Section III or V heading in original text.]