It was not enough, but it indicated he was on the right track. And he was not an engineer for nothing. "Got a pencil?" he asked. He drew only a rough sketch, for Nick was far too competent to need detailed drawings. "Think you can get materials?" Nick glanced at the sketch. "Hell, man, for you I can get anything the Colony has. You saved Four and everybody knows it." "Two days?" Nick looked insulted. He was back in eight hours, and with him came a dozen helpers. A power line and water tube were run through the metal partition to the corridor, connections were made, and the machine Barry had sketched was ready. Nick flipped the switch. The thing whined shrilly. From a fanshaped nozzle came innumerable droplets of water, droplets of colloidal size that hung in the air and only slowly coalesced into larger drops that fell toward the metal floor. Barry nodded, a smile beginning to spread across his drawn features. "Perfect. Now put the window back." Outside lay the unknown world of Venus, and an open, unguarded window might invite disaster. A few hours later Dr. Jensen found his patient in a normal sleep. The room was warm and the air was so filled with water-mist it was almost liquid. Coalescing drops dripped from the walls and curving ceiling and furniture, from the half clad body of the sleeping man, and the scavenger pump made greedy gulping sounds as it removed excess water from the floor. The doctor shook his head as he backed out, his clothes clinging wet from the short exposure. It was abnormal. But so was Barry Barr. With breathing no longer a continuous agony Barry began to recover some of his strength. But for several days much of his time was spent in sleep and Dorothy Voorhees haunted his dreams. Whenever he closed his eyes he could see her as clearly as though she were with him--her face with the exotic high cheek-bones--her eyes a deep gray in fascinating contrast to her raven hair--lips that seemed to promise more of giving than she had ever allowed herself to fulfil--her incongruously pert, humorous little nose that was a legacy from some venturesome Irishman--her slender yet firmly lithe body. After a few days Dr. Jensen permitted him to have visitors. They came in a steady stream, the people from Four and men he had not seen since Training Base days, and although none could endure his semi-liquid atmosphere more than a few minutes at a time Barry enjoyed their visits. But the person for whom he waited most anxiously did not arrive. At each knock Barry's heart would leap, and each time he settled back with a sigh of disappointment. Days passed and still Dorothy did not come to him. He could not go to her, and stubborn pride kept him from even inquiring. All the while he was aware of Robson Hind's presence in the Colony, and only weakness kept him from pacing his room like a caged animal.