"You mean, when he woke up just now? That's really nothing to worry about, honestly, just as I told you and Mother. I looked it up again, and the text says amnesiacs often act that way just before they recover full consciousness." Jon let out his breath in relief. "But listen," Jak changed back to the old subject. "If you don't know anything about city planning--and I don't either--how're we going to know what has to be done to satisfy the Colonial Board?" "It's all in the papers they gave us that have to be filled out to file when we get back. It tells how much area to cover, how far apart the streets are to be and how wide, and how to mark out everything." "Gosh, that sounds like a complicated deal. It'll take us an awful long time, won't it?" "Not as much as you'd think. If we work really hard, I figure we should be able to do it in a couple of weeks. We just have to sketch in the bare outline, not fill it all in. "Get out the papers, then, and we'll study them." "Right!" 10 With the various members of the Carver family busy with their studies and chores, it did not seem long before they came close to Planet Two, and Jon laid down his reelbooks to begin preparing for the landing. He had started down through the atmosphere when Jak suddenly roused. "Why don't we circle around a bit and look for our townsite from the air?" "I was going to," Jon said with a disarming grin. "Just wanted to get close enough to see well before I called you in to help me decide." At about five miles above the surface he leveled off and began circumnavigating the globe. He headed in the direction which--he remembered from their previous visit--would soonest bring them near the great ocean, but zigzagged from north to south as they proceeded eastward. "Watch for rivers," he said. "A fairly large one that empties into the ocean." They were about halfway between the north pole and the equator, as they had already decided the climate in that latitude would probably be the most suitably average. In a few minutes of traveling they saw ahead a plain that looked to be just what they wanted. Quickly Jon maneuvered the ship downward and soon landed. They were just a few miles from the edge of the great ocean, at the mouth of a large river of considerable width and length, and not far from an extensive forest to the south, and a range of considerable mountains to the west. "Hope the soil here is good," Jon commented as he locked the controls in neutral. "Everything else seems perfect." "The spec-anal shows minerals fairly close, in those hills to the west." Jak was eagerly peering from the port. "I know--that's why I chose this spot. Nice flat land here; good river; close to the ocean, mountains less than a hundred miles away, and not too high. Ideal place, I'd say. "That it is; that it is. Going out today?" "Why not? Nearly four hours till sundown. We can start planning today, then get busy in the morning."