He took two paces across the room and looked out the window, into windows that looked into his. Compensation was coming to him. Ultimately, he'd divide it with Erica and go away. She must know by now that the man she had spent the night with was actually her own husband. Intellectually she must have decided to accept him. He wasn't noble, though. Much as he wanted her, he knew he couldn't live with anyone who had to stifle her laughter when he stepped out of the bath or into bed. He walked the carpet aimlessly until, through the window, he caught a word from the telecast in the next apartment. He thought it sounded familiar. He yanked the louvers closed and grunted, but it didn't help--the word bothered him. He reached out the long arm to turn on his own screen. A face came into view and a man's voice whispered. Merrol turned up the volume, but it didn't get any louder. It was the low-pressure soothing type. Whatever he was selling, it was a welcome change. The announcer smiled reassuringly. "Actually, I'm talking to one person. The rest of you may listen or not for the next five minutes, after which I'll have something to say to you." It was a clever approach to insure that the audience didn't switch programs. "Dan Merrol, this is a personal message to you." Merrol sat up. "We'd call you if we could, but this is a large city and you've simply vanished. We have operatives trying to trace you, but with no success up to now." The announcer leaned forward confidentially. "Now, Dan, before you become alarmed, let me say you've done nothing wrong. In fact, at _Interplanet_, we think you've done everything right--but I'll come to that later." * * * * * Interplanet? Then it wasn't the hospital or the police. What could I. P. want of him? "No doubt the test you took was somewhat of a shock. Don't blame the psych examiner for the conclusions he formed--he can't be expected to know more than the leading psychologists. You're probably curious as to what this test has to do with you and _Interplanet_. We hope so--we want you to keep on listening. "The test proved you're no longer a competent pilot--but it also indicated something much bigger. Dan, _you_ are the answer to a problem that has been bothering us for generations. Before the accident, you knew nothing of music or any life science, your math was adequate but not deep, you often felt awkward in the presence of others when you had no need to and you lacked confidence in your physical ability. "Suddenly, you gained something of each and, when we contacted your doctors, we were able to surmise how it happened. Now you ask--what good does this do you and what is the problem to which this is the answer? "Simply this--_specialization_. You know what constitutes a rocket crew--pilot, radio man, engineer and several lesser technicians, each of whom knows only his own job. Although you'll never sit at the controls again--through you, we can help others."