"Well. So you've always got this oxygen mask on, all the time, except if you take it off for a second to talk to somebody. You don't do that very often, because what is there to say? Oh, maybe the first couple of weeks, sure--everybody's friends then. You don't even need the mask, for that matter. Or not very much. Everybody's still pretty clean. The place smells--oh, let's see--about like the locker room in a gym. You know? You can stand it. That's if nobody's got space sickness, of course. We were lucky that way. "But that's about how it's going to get anyway, you know. Outside the masks, it's soup. It isn't that you smell it so much. You kind of _taste_ it, in the back of your mouth, and your eyes sting. That's after the first two or three months. Later on, it gets worse. "And with the mask on, of course, the oxygen mixture is coming in under pressure. That's funny if you're not used to it. Your lungs have to work a little bit harder to get rid of it, especially when you're asleep, so after a while the muscles get sore. And then they get sorer. And then-- "Well. "Before we take off, the psych people give us a long doo-da that keeps us from killing each other. But they can't stop us from thinking about it. And afterward, after we're back on Earth--this is what you won't read about in the articles--they keep us apart. You know how they work it? We get a pension, naturally. I mean there's got to be a pension, otherwise there isn't enough money in the world to make anybody go. But in the contract, it says to get the pension we have to stay in our own area. [Illustration] "The whole country's marked off. Six sections. Each has at least one big city in it. I was lucky, I got a lot of them. They try to keep it so every man's home town is in his own section, but--well, like with us, Chowderhead and the captain both happened to come from Santa Monica. I think it was Chowderhead that got California, Nevada, all that Southwest area. It was the luck of the draw. God knows what the captain got. "Maybe New Jersey," I said, and took another white pill. * * * * * We went on to another place and she said suddenly, "I figured something out. The way you keep looking around." "What did you figure out?" "Well, part of it was what you said about the other fellow getting New Jersey. This is New Jersey. You don't belong in this section, right?" "Right," I said after a minute. "So why are you here? I know why. You're here because you're looking for somebody." "That's right." She said triumphantly, "You want to find that other fellow from your crew! You want to fight him!" I couldn't help shaking, white pills or no white pills. But I had to correct her. "No. I want to kill him." "How do you know he's here? He's got a lot of states to roam around in, too, doesn't he?" "Six. New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Delaware, Maryland--all the way down to Washington." "Then how do you know--"