"But you don't like it here. Why?" "If you don't understand by now, Trina, I can't explain." They walked on. Night came swiftly, crowding the rose and purple tints out of the western sky, closing in dark and cool and sweet smelling about them. Ahead, a footbridge loomed up out of the shadows. There was the sound of running water, and, on the bank not far from the bridge, the low murmuring of a couple of late lingering fishermen. "The people live out in the open, like this?" Trina said. "Yes." "Not underground? Not under a dome?" "I've told you before that it's like Earth, Trina. About the same size, even." "_This_ is about the same size, too." "Not really. It only looks that way." The fishermen glanced up as they passed, and then bent down over their lines again. Lucas Crossman, from Trina's town, and Jake Krakorian from the southern hemisphere, up to visit his sister Lucienne, who had just had twins.... Trina said hello to them as she passed, and found out that the twins looked just like their mother, except for Grandfather Mueller's eyes, and then she turned back to Max. "Do people live all over the planet?" "On most of it. The land sections, that is. Of course, up by the poles it's too cold." "But how do they know each other?" He stopped walking and stared at her, not understanding for a minute. Girl's laughter came from the bushes, and the soft urging voice of one of the village boys. Max looked back at the fishermen and then down at Trina and shook his head. "They don't all know each other," he said. "They couldn't." She thought of New Chile, where her cousin Isobelle was married last year, and New India, which would follow them soon to the planet, because Captain Bernard had been able to contact them by radio. She thought of her people, her friends, and then she remembered the spacemen's far flung ships and the homes they burrowed deep in the rock of inhospitable worlds. She knew that he would never understand why she pitied the people of this system. "I suppose we'll see them soon," she said. "You're going to bring some of them back up in your ship tomorrow, aren't you?" He stood quietly, looking down at her. His face was shadowed in the gathering night and his whole body was in shadow, tall and somehow alien seeming there before her. "Why wait for them to come here, Trina?" he said. "Come down with us, in the ship, tomorrow. Come down and see for yourself what it's like." She trembled. "No," she said. And she thought of the ship, out away from the sky, not down on the planet yet but hanging above it, with no atmosphere to break the blackness, to soften the glare of the planet's sun, to shut out the emptiness. "You'd hardly know you weren't here, Trina. The air smells the same. And the weight's almost the same too. Maybe a little lighter." She nodded. "I know. If we land the world, I'll go out there. But not in the ship."