"He will be in about two minutes," I said, glancing at the clock on the wall. I could have told him about the map and explained that he could see for himself, but that would have been rude. I would have to live with this guy for thirty months and it was best that I learn to get along with him. Dr. Spartan came in again, carrying a bacon-and-egg sandwich in his left hand. "Hello, Doctor Spartan," said Morrie. "Wmpf!" replied Spartan, chomping on the sandwich. He didn't even give Morrie a glance. Morrie looked shook up. "Don't mind him, kid," said Axel. "He hates everybody. Especially today." Morrie did not reply. He blew heavily on his glasses, wiped off the moisture with his handkerchief and held them up to the light. He squinted, nodded with satisfaction and put them on his nose. Then he turned to resume watching Gail Loring. Though Dr. Spartan had taken a position behind Gail so that he blocked the view, Morrie wasn't going to miss the pleasure of ogling the prettiest girl astronaut in the world. He moved over to the left for an unobstructed view. Realizing there would be about ninety idle minutes to kill, I moved to the right, deciding that I could get even more pleasure out of watching her than Morrie could. Axel and Dr. Joel remained where they were, Axel watching the little light on the screen map and Dr. Joel bobbing his head, smiling and waving at everyone who looked in his direction. Gail turned her head and looked up at Dr. Spartan. "You want to take over now, Dr. Spartan?" she asked. "Go ahead," said Spartan. "I haven't finished breakfast, my dear." She turned her head in a businesslike manner and glanced at the clock, then at the instrument panel. Finally she picked up the microphone and held it to her lips. She waited a moment, still watching the instrument panel. "Last orbit!" she said. Her words were echoed by the speaker in the room. "We'll start our countdown for re-entry five minutes before you've completed the turn, Zinder. At zero, set the automatic control to take over." "A-okay," said Willy's voice. He spoke calmly. Apparently he was no longer frightened. "Remember," she said, "precisely at zero." "A-okay." Gail put the microphone back on its hook. She watched the instruments. Suddenly she tensed. Her voice rose as she spoke to Dr. Spartan. "Doctor, look!" She gestured excitedly at the panel. "Good God in heaven!" Spartan reached out, snatched up the microphone. "Zinder! Zinder, you fool! What have you done? Are you crazy?" "Hey!" Willy's cry was full of fear, but he was not speaking to Dr. Spartan. He was yelling to no one. "Help me! I'm accelerating--decelerating! Something's gone haywire! I'm starting to re-enter--" The voice broke off as a crash came from the speaker. "He hit something!" somebody yelled. "Hell, he probably fell to the floor," said Axel. "He wouldn't have his harness on now." "He cut in the automatic," Spartan said. "Did you tell him this was the last lap, Miss Loring?"