"You followed him, so you may as well. _I_ don't know what you Divers feel. But the Defense Council is waiting for the rest of you and we must hurry along." Dr. Howard Sprinnell patted Fred on the shoulder as he passed. He stood aside for the other Divers to leave the room, nodded to Pat and Fred, and shut the door behind him. Fred Williams levered his body off the dentist's chair and stood unsteadily. The girl took his arm. She was smaller than he, the top of her head reaching to his mouth, small, delicate and scented with heather. "There's a lounge next door--you may not have noticed it on the way out--and there's always a bowl of fruit and some cheese and biscuits there. Let's go in." He followed her. Even the short walk helped accustom himself to his body again. And the room was large and airy, overlooking the central park of the city and the clouds beyond the tall buildings in the distance. He stood looking out at the view and eating an apple while she sliced cheese and laid the pieces on a plate with some biscuits for him. Then she sat down, folded her hands in her lap and looked at him. She was wearing a white-and-blue-check dress. She looked young and fresh and alive. The room was clean and fresh. He could not think of Elsie and that apartment as being in the same world. "Did the doc say you followed me?" Fred asked eventually. "One of us always goes with a new Diver on the first trip." "What did I look like? I mean was there anything to see?" "Oh, yes." Pat laughed. "As a matter of fact, our minds look like the inside of eggs out there." "But a plane went through me. And I shot for some reason into the Sun." * * * * * He turned and looked disbelievingly up into the sky. The Sun made him blink and his eyes watered. "Now I can't even look at it," he said, "any more than I could before." "Show me your mind," she said simply. "Where is it?" "Well ..." "That's the whole point of the Divers. A mind is not in space-time. It is connected with a body which is--or, to be exact, it is associated with--a physical brain, which in turn can work a mouth and hands to communicate what the mind has seen. The Solar Government has the problem in reverse. They can send ships through hyper-space; otherwise, as you know, we could never have populated the Galaxy. Why, Polaris, which you visited, is over a thousand light-years from Earth! They can make matter shift in and out of hyper-space. But they can't communicate that far away. Radiation won't take the shift. So the government can either send radio waves out and wait a couple of thousand years for the answer, or it has to shuttle whole ships to and fro just to get a simple message.