"Elaine," I cried, "wherever you are, answer me!" At last, at long last, her voice said, "Yes, Bob?" "Will you marry me?" I asked prayerfully and Munich got into the act with "_Willst Du nicht mich heiraten?_" "Yes," she said so softly I barely heard. I swung a frantic glance over my shoulder. His Honor the Mayor of Racine and sub-alterns were behind me. "Elaine?" I yelled. "Whoops!" she said; then, "I'm back at Hanford." "Sosnowski," I said sharply. "You heard my order. You will not activate the AGS again!" "I haven't been touching it for the last ten minutes," Sosnowski said. "There's something wrong with the activator; it's turning itself off and on at random." "Then get a technician and damp the pile!" "I'll do what I can," he said. "Anyway, Elaine's gone!" Siberia was back in the act. Then Gibraltar. Then Munich. "Elaine," I cried. "You're coming home--_now_!" I cut the AGS; then reactivated it and she was here, oh! so wondrously close to me, and the mayor handed her a pen and she signed the marriage license and-- Sosnowski said he was sorry. The chaplain arrived. I refuse to mention his name or faith; he asks for anonymity. Suffice it to say that he is a man of God and a man of science. He looked at me questioningly and I nodded. The service began. Elaine heard parts of the ceremony at sixteen different locations in the world. And my errant colleagues (bless them!), despite their playful reactivations of their AGS units, maintained a decent silence when the chaplain made the fateful invitation to that someone to speak now or forever hold his peace. At last the chaplain said, "Do you, Robert, take this woman--there at Hanford on the monitor--to be thy lawful wedded wife?" And I said, "I do," and hoped I didn't sound facetious as I added, "except that she's at Gibraltar now!" "Do you, Elaine, take this man Robert--" And Al Benson cut in from Phoenix saying, "The computer says to degauss her, Bob!" And I snapped on WAGS, full power--and Elaine was here, here beside me saying, "I do, I do, I do!" And George Herrmann (bless him!) had degaussing equipment ready-- * * * * * That was eleven months ago. Now I am at the UNACMEA/WAGS console again and I am asking all the physicists in charge of AGS units throughout the world to listen, to understand and to help. Flitting between them this morning is our two-months-old daughter. She inherited a little instability and a high gauss tolerance. Her mother's had her here at WAGS too often, too, I guess. The little one's particularly disturbed now because she needs a change. Will someone please do the necessaries fast? Elaine's here and she's determined to go, too, figuring they'll wind up together and then, with your cooperation, I can bring them both back. But, fellows, it would be easier if-- _Elaine!_