"Shhh!" He laid a finger across her lips. "Don't say it. We'll find a way out for you--for us. We're going to be together." "But you're here--you're free!" "No. Only for tonight." Quickly he sketched the events that had brought him to the camp after his day of rebellion. At the end he added, "So you see, you're partly responsible for my being here. We have to stick together." "It's too dangerous!" "Maybe it's dangerous. Nothing could be _too_ dangerous." Impulsively she hugged him. "Careful," he warned her with a nervous laugh, "Women have been attacked for less." "Really?" She stretched herself luxuriously. "You're frightening me...." With an effort he moved a few inches away from her. He spoke firmly. "We have too much to talk about first. Tomorrow I'll be going back. We have to decide what we're going to do." "What can we do?" Her tone was wistful, but without real hope. "Once you asked me what I thought about the Merger. I guess it meant something to you. It doesn't to me. Whether there's one big Organization, or two or twelve, doesn't make any difference. Nothing changes." Hendley sensed the conviction behind her words, but he wouldn't accept their hopelessness. Stubbornly he insisted, "We have to do something. Where can we meet? At your room? Mine?" "No." "The Historical Museum then. That will do for now. Maybe we can find a better place later. If you're not sure when you can get away, I'll go there every day I can--we'll have to be more careful now, I'll have to report for work when scheduled--and I'll wait for you. Come when you can. Four o'clock? Is that a good time?" "It's no use, Hendley." "Four o'clock?" She could not fight him. "All right," she said. "But I don't know what day--" "Whenever you can," he said. "We'll work it out. And meanwhile I'll do some thinking. There has to be a way to have your status changed or--or something." She did not answer, but one of her hands found his and squeezed. "It doesn't really matter," she said softly. "Not now." "Freedom isn't everything," he said, half to himself. "I've found that out. When I had the chance to come here to the Freeman Camp, I thought I'd find an answer that made the whole Organization worth while. Now I'm not so sure." ABC-331 smiled. It was a woman's smile at the man she loves--tender, amused, indulgent. "Did you really believe that freedom was all?" "It's what everyone works for, what everyone wants." "Not everyone. Do you think the really top men want to come here? This is for the rest of the world--for the workers, people like you and me. This is to keep everyone happy, to make them think they have something to work for." Ann spoke simply, directly, her vision unclouded, her tone matter-of-fact. "The top men, the ones you never see or hear about, don't come to Freeman Camps. They have all the freedom they want outside. This isn't what they dream about." "What _do_ they want?" She shrugged. "Power, I suppose. Other things. But not this."