Marc drew back with a gasp. "You're really here!" "I have other ways of proving it," Toffee said. She leaned toward him. "No!" Marc cried. "But ... but ... how...!" Toffee smiled. "It's very simple. You've projected me through your awareness. I guess I must have made quite an impression on you in that dream. Heavens knows I tried, but I didn't think I was really getting any psychic cooperation. Anyway, I managed to stick to the conscious part of your mind instead of the subconscious, and you projected me into reality." "Oh, no!" Marc gasped. "No! This can't happen! I didn't mean it! You've got to go back!" "Too late now," Toffee said. She removed herself from Marc's middle and plumped herself down beside him. "There's no use fighting it. You can't control it. Of course I'll disappear and return to your mind whenever you go to sleep. You'll stop projecting me then. But I'll be right back again the moment you wake up." She sighed happily. "I'm so tickled I could pop." "Don't!" Marc cried. Anything was easily within the realm of possibility now. "What am I going to do with you?" Toffee cast him a sidelong glance. "I could make a list of suggestions," she murmured, "and we could run through them in the order named. And if there are any terms you don't understand I'll explain them." "Holy smoke!" Marc said, staring at her. "Haven't you any sense of decency at all?" "None worth mentioning," Toffee answered. "Should I have?" "No one ever needed anything worse," Marc said emphatically. Toffee glanced curiously about her. "This place is a mess," she commented. "Is your whole world as shabby as this?" Marc shook his head, explained briefly about the explosion. "I don't understand about human beings," Toffee said. "The minute they get their hands on anything they have to start changing it so that it serves a purpose exactly opposite what it was intended for. What goes up must come down, what goes down must come up. You're all perfectly mad, all of you. Are you happy that you've managed to make heavy things light?" "What?" Marc asked absently. "I asked you if you were happy now that you've managed to make all that stuff behave contrary to its nature, rather indecently I might add." "What are you talking about?" Marc asked. "All that stuff floating around on the ceiling," Toffee said. She pointed.