Mark sighed deeply, then moaned. The four men who were carrying him kept up the pace. Joe called out, “Mark! How’re you doing?” Mark moaned again, blinked, then opened his eyes. He stared up at the ceiling, appearing not to see anything. Then suddenly he began to struggle. “Hey! Hey, what’re you doing?” he cried out. “Put me down!” “Easy, Mark,” said Zip. “You had a shock, but you’ll be okay!”: “I’m okay now! Put me down! I have to fix the panel! Where are you taking me?” “Everything’s fine, Mark,” said Mr. Madera. “The system leveled out and the power is back on and controlled.” Mark sank back with another sigh. “Great,” he said. “Put me down, though. I’m all right.” The men set him on his feet, but supported him as he wobbled, trying to get his balance. “Wow! Am I tired!” he said at last. “Somebody help me to my bunk and wake me when it’s over.” “I’ll go with you, Mark,” said Joe. With Joe trying to support the larger of the two Starmen, the two of them walked slowly across the quad to the airlock that led to the launching pad. “We’re still not finished,” said Madera. “We have to steer the asteroid out of its collision course. For that, I think we’ll need some help from an unlikely source.” “Gene,” stated Zip. “Gene,” affirmed Starlight Enterprise’s Chief Ioneer. Jesus Madera reached for his communicator and asked that Gene be sent to him from where he was being held in the _Tempest_. Madera dismissed the men who had been with them in the power plant, then turned to the red-headed Starman. “I’m sure that Joe or even I could pilot the asteroid if we had to, but it is best that Gene do it--best for him.” “Of course, Mr. Madera,” said Zip. “I understand.” While they waited, the Starman gazed around. Far above was the roof of the great chamber like an iron sky. The natural lights of the complex once again blazed throughout the structures. The air seemed fresher. He and Madera watched Gene descend the ladder and jump the last few rungs to the pad. Then he turned and paced quickly to the closest entrance in the great wall. He came through the airlock, discarded his helmet, and hurried to the small group that was waiting for him. “We have restored power,” said Madera. “So I see!” said Gene with a great smile. “That’s terrific! Do you want me to pilot the asteroid away from Earth?” “That’s exactly what I want you to do. Let’s go.” The three men made their way along the corridors, hastened past open doorways, and took the elevator up one flight to the control center. They passed dozens of SE men and members of Space Command. Captain Mary Marks-Owens was supervising their work. Once in the control center, Gene took his seat at the main console, glanced at the Starman and the other men in the large room, then stared at the screen before him. He scratched his head, then placed his hands on the keyboard and activated it.