Regis said, "We could take the easy way out, and arrange it so we'd never have to see each other again. Or we could do it the hard way." He extended his hand, and after a minute, I understood, and we shook hands briefly, like strangers who have just met. He added, "Your work with the trailmen is finished, but We Hasturs committed ourselves to teach some of the Terrans our science--matrix mechanics. Dr. Allison--Jason--you know Darkover, and I think we could work with you. Further, you know something about slipping mental gears. I meant to ask; would you care to be one of them? You'd be ideal." I looked out the window at the distant mountains. This work--this would be something which would satisfy both halves of myself. The irresistible force, the immovable object--and no ghosts wandering in my brain. "I'll do it," I told Regis. And then, deliberately, I turned my back on him and went up to the quarters, now deserted, which we had readied for the trailmen. With my new doubled--or complete--memories, another ghost had roused up in my brain, and I remembered a woman who had appeared vaguely in Jay Allison's orbit, unnoticed, working with the trailmen, tolerated because she could speak their language. I opened the door, searched briefly through the rooms, and shouted, "Kyla!" and she came. Running. Disheveled. Mine. At the last moment, she drew back a little from my arms and whispered, "You're Jason--but you're something more. Different ..." "I don't know who I am," I said quietly, "but I'm me. Maybe for the first time. Want to help me find out just who that is?" I put my arm around her, trying to find a path between memory and tomorrow. All my life, I had walked a strange road toward an unknown horizon. Now, reaching my horizon, I found it marked only the rim of an unknown country. Kyla and I would explore it together. THE END End of Project Gutenberg's The Planet Savers, by Marion Zimmer Bradley