Maxon said slowly, "There are wild animals on Earth that can't live away from their natural homes. Insects--how does a termite feel, cut off from its hive? Maybe that's our trouble. Something bigger than individual men made the human race what it is. Maybe we've been a sort of composite being all along, without knowing it, tied together by the need of each other and not able to exist apart. Maybe no one knew it before because no one was ever isolated in the way we are." Walraven had more to say, almost defiant in his earnestness. "This is going to sound wild, but I've been fighting inside myself ever since Vaughn mentioned being pulled toward home. I have the feeling that if I'd only let go, I'd be back where I belong." He snapped his fingers, the sound loud in the room. "Like that." No one laughed because each found in himself the same conviction waiting to be recognized. Ragan said, "Walraven's right. There's no place on Earth I care for more than another, but I feel I could be back there in any one of them"--he snapped his fingers, as Walraven had done--"as quickly as that." "I know," Maxon said. "But we can't let go. We were sent out to put this ship into orbit around Mars. We've got to take her there." * * * * * Walraven said, "It wasn't easy. The Feeling got worse as we went out and out. Knowing what it was helped a little, but not enough. We held onto each other, the four of us, to keep the group together. We _knew_ what would happen if we let go." The head psych man looked to Costain and put his needle away when Costain shook his head. "The ship," Coordinator Erwin said sharply. "Walraven, you did put her into orbit?" "Yes," Walraven said. "We put her into orbit and turned on the telemetering equipment--they'll be picking up her signals by now--and then we turned our backs on each other and we let go. There wasn't any feeling of motion or speed, but I felt a fresh breeze on my face and when I opened my eyes I was standing beside a familiar stone fence on a hill above the house where I was born. You haven't told me, but the others came back, too, didn't they?" "All but Ragan," Erwin said. His tone made Costain think wryly, _Even the military can snatch at straws_. "Maxon and Vaughn called in. But we haven't heard from Ragan." "He wasn't left behind," Walraven said with certainty. "Ragan has no family, but he has a home. We're standing on it." An orderly came in with an envelope for Costain, who opened it and handed the paper to Erwin. To Walraven, Costain said, "It's a cablegram from North Ireland. Ragan is back." Erwin was still gripping the paper in his hand when he walked with Costain out of the hospital into the bright airiness of a spring day. He glared at the warm, blue sky. "We'll find a way," Erwin said. "We've proved that we can put men on Mars. With the right conditioning, we can keep them there."