"Nothing," Horner told her quietly, "if we'd allowed ourselves to live. But we didn't. We just existed, always promising to do the things tomorrow--the things we always wanted to do--which somehow we never got around to. If you live, there's nothing wrong with growing old. But we haven't lived. And now, now Jane darling, we have a second chance. Jane--will you?" She looked at him. There were tears in her eyes. "Yes," she said finally. "Oh, yes, Hugh!" Horner gave Jane the Luger. "Take her inside," he said. "I'd better get Overman." The girl said, "You'll never get away with it," as Horner lifted the unconscious Overman to his shoulder and entered the house. "I've already called the police. They're on their way." "Then we have nothing to lose," Horner said. "If you don't work fast, I'll kill you. You understand?" She looked at his face, studying him. She began to tremble. "But I don't want to be old!" she wailed. "And I didn't want to be a convict--and neither did all those other men, whatever prisons they're in now. Get a move on." * * * * * There was a room. Two tables and machinery. Jane got on one of the tables, auburn-hair on the other. Auburn-hair was crying softly, bitterly. It was, Horner knew, just retribution. Probably, it was the only retribution ever meted out to her. "We'll have to run for it, maybe the rest of our lives," Horner told Jane. "You want to?" "With you? Yes, yes!" Crying, auburn-hair told him what to do. Distantly, sirens were wailing. Horner activated the switches.... He looked at auburn-hair. "Jane?" he said. "Are you Jane?" She smiled at him radiantly. She was beautiful. "Yes," she said. "Yes, darling." "At Jones Beach--" he began. "You got the bra of my bathing suit but wouldn't give it back to me," she said, and flushed. "O.K., now let's hurry. Outside. The cops are almost here." "Wait a minute," Jane said. "I have a vague memory. She--she wouldn't tell you...." Jane's body--auburn-hair-in-Jane--was crying bitterly. It sounded as if she would go on crying forever. Overman was still unconscious. "It's like fingerprints or retinal prints," the new Jane said. "What is? Hurry up!" "An electroencephalogram. An E.E.G. Each person's is different. There aren't any mistakes, ever." "I once had one--in the Army!" Horner cried. "I can prove all of this, as fantastic as it sounds. And there's this machinery." "We won't have to be fugitives, Hugh!" "Yes, but," he smiled, "I wanted to see the world. I didn't mind." "We'll see the world," Jane said, and kissed him. "After you clear yourself."