He would belong to the happy Group. Sharing everything. But maybe it wouldn't be this happy Group. Maybe the machines would decide that he belonged in some other Group. Whatever Group it was it would be happy. That was a fact. _Could he escape? Could he, perhaps, get back to the La Guardia Pits, and the Captain of the Moonship?_ The windows still barred, paneled in metal. The door locked. If he managed to get out of this Single, say, and out of the Midtown Hotel, and into the street, then what? That didn't matter. If he could only get that far-- Laura was standing there naked, close to Kane. "We're having our wedding at five," she whispered. "Who?" Kane said, startled. "Ben and Jenny. They're right for all of us together." From a number of rooms, people were watching Ben and Jenny being right for all of us together, but Kane couldn't look. "See us all," Laura shouted and dived through the floor. A spray of water spilled up and fell unfelt through Kane's flinching torso. Ben and Jenny ran away. Kane was practically alone with Lucille. It was the first time in he had no idea now how long that he had been this much alone with any one other person. She glanced rather sadly at Kane above the paper she was reading. "You know how I feel, Lucie?" She nodded, almost imperceptibly. "How can you stand it, all the time this way?" he asked. "Some of us learn to be in it, with a part of us out of it. A kind of self-hypnosis, a retreat of some kind. Into fantasy, that's what it really is. But--but I don't think any of us can keep on doing it forever. We will all give way completely--sooner or later." "I've got to get out," Kane said. "Do you want to get out?" "It's impossible to get out." "I've got to try." "What's the use of trying if you know you can't get away? Where can anyone go?" "There must be people who break away," Kane said. "There have to be." "There's supposed to be an underground, some secret group of some kind that helps people get out." "Get out--where? Out of the country?" "It's pretty much like this everywhere. But there are supposed to be areas where it isn't. Islands somewhere. Hidden places right here in the country. Supposed to be places in the Kentucky Mountains, and in New Mexico, places like that." "The Moon," Kane said. "That's a place I know of. I've been there." Her eyes were bright for a moment. "I know. It must have been wonderful. Why on Earth did you ever leave?" "I didn't know what it was like here. And--my wife died. I wanted and needed another wife. More than a wife really. Someone who could share that kind of a life with me, someone who would be interested in the work too." She turned quickly back to the paper. "You might be able to get out of the hotel," she said. "But you would be too conspicuous." "Because I would be traveling alone?" "Yes." "If you came with me, there would be two of us. We wouldn't be conspicuous that way."