He sat up, feeling dizzy from having hit the ground with such force. "I don't guess I was much help," he said weakly. "You sure did a fine job." His head ached, but the remembered the fight and being thrown by the impact of the blast. And something else--something distant and alien, like a dream, from the deepest part of his mind. It pestered him a moment, just out of reach of his consciousness, then he shrugged it off as unimportant. He looked around and saw the charred bodies of the patrolmen. "You did a fine job," he told Glynnis, meaning it. "Can you fly a patrol ship?" "Huh?" "We've got one now," Glynnis said. "I shot the guard they left with it, too. Had to." "I see," he said, marveling at the girl. "I can fly one. I haven't since I was in the commune, though. As long as it's in good condition." "I guess it is. I didn't hit it with any shots." "We can go anywhere in the world with that ship," he said getting to his feet. "It doesn't need fuel; it can fly forever. You know what that means Glynnis? We can raise an army, if we want to." "And we can get into the mausoleums and wake everybody up?" "Yes. Come on," he said and started toward the flier. But Glynnis grabbed his arm and stopped him. "What is it?" he asked. "What's it like to live in a world where everyone's awake?" she asked him. "Why ... I don't know, I've never lived in one." "Then why do you want to wake everyone up?" "It's wrong the way they are now." Glynnis scowled and Nelson could tell that she was struggling with strange concepts. He felt sympathy for her, knowing how she felt. "What I mean," she asked finally, "is why is it wrong? What's the reason?" "Because they can do better. We can save them and show them that; I can lead them back where they belong." "I see," Glynnis said gravely accepting his words. "All right." Nelson smiled at her. She looked up at him and smiled back. The patrol ship was waiting for them, not far off. Together, they marched off to save the world. * * * * *