A few giants were still straggling in; Drake and Alt and a hundred other leaders were standing in a giant size at the vehicle doorway. The glare of sunlight was blinding. The lake was roaring with a hot, sulphurous wind plucking at it, lashing it. But Ahlma had not come. Then off over the toy landscape, Drake saw the blur of her robe. Her head and shoulders mounted above the horizon. She came running with great leaps. As she arrived Drake saw the small figures upon her. Women and children, almost all of them. "Ahlma!" He was her own size. He touched her; words would not come. But he knew that the safety of all these multitudes had meant less to him than the life of this one girl. "Ahlma, go in. They'll unload them inside--There--the doorway--" "Yes, Drake. How many are here?" "We think about a hundred and ten thousand." "Oh!" It was so few, out of ten million! Ahlma went into the ship. Drake turned to Jain. "Shall we start?" "We must!" A toy world lay wrecked at their feet. Clouds had come suddenly down. They swirled over the land--tumbling black mist, shot with lurid green and turgid yellow. But the sun beat through them. Rain had came in a downpour; but the sun beat it away and dried it up. "Come in then, Jain." No, there was another giant coming. He panted up with his cluster of refugees. And then another came. They could wait no longer. There was a moment when no arriving giants were in sight. Ten million people on this doomed planet--only a few over a hundred thousand were here to depart. But the sun was too hot. The scene was strewn with people who had fallen in the heat. Drake was suddenly staggering. Jain pulled at him, and the door closed after them. From a stricken toy world, the vehicle struggled away. The interior of the ship was a blur of murmuring sounds. A hundred or so giants, like Drake, to whom the ship was a thing a few hundred feet long; and a hundred and ten thousand people, small as ants, swarming it everywhere. Drake stood at a window. He thinks he must have stood there for hours. The surface of Mita dropped away as the ship sped off into space. The stars showed, celestial space. The Togaro vehicle was gone. Drake saw Mita through his window. A little ball. The sun lighted it upon one side, so that it showed as a reddish half moon, with the dark portion dimly visible. Drake's ship was expanding. But after an hour or so its size-changing mechanism was shut off. It hovered--the Mitans in control of it lingering with fascinated gaze to witness the destruction of their world. It took perhaps a few hours more. Mita was falling. The yellow-red ball of sun hung off there in the black field of space beneath Drake's window. Mita seemed above, falling slowly. The movement was hardly visible at first. But it accelerated. The two bodies visibly drawing together.