"What's on the agenda for today?" my pseudo-brother-in-law asked as I was finishing my coffee a half-hour later. He rolled out of bed, yawned and scratched his head vigorously. His hair was rumpled, but he looked rested, and I envied him to beat hell. "You mean it's up to me?" I asked. "Sure. You just go on with your normal everyday existence and ignore me, like I'm nothing but a shadow." He was still stretching lazily. "Well, for the first thing, I'm going to see that we get a cot in here. There isn't room in that bed for both of us." Maxwell grinned as he buttoned his shirt. "D'I kick you out of bed? Sorry. Should have warned you." "Do you eat breakfast?" I asked him. "Hell, yes. Like a wolf." "Well, let's go down and get you some breakfast while I figure out my agenda for today." * * * * * I wasn't sure what I wanted to do--start working on that SRI feature, I supposed, so I could get it out of the way and either relax or concentrate on this telenosis business, which I was supposed to be forgetting about. I had most of the dope I needed for the story--atmosphere, first hand experience.... Everything, it occurred to me, but the essential facts. For instance, I would need to know more about Zan Blekeke himself--simple biographical data that shouldn't take too long to gather. A harder job would be finding out about "Dear Late Doctor." So far I didn't even know what his name was. And if none of the SRI members would talk about him.... As Maxwell and I sat at a breakfast room table, I made a mental checklist of the points I would have to work on. I was staring out the window at the flowers staging a color-riot in the garden, when suddenly Maxwell said: "Say, Earl, about how long does it take to find out a guy's brain wave band?" "Huh? What do you mean?" I looked at him. He was shoveling pancakes into his mouth like a fireman stoking a furnace. He shrugged and swallowed. "You said there was no danger from telenosis until they found my wave band. Well, last night I had the damnedest nightmares, and I was just wondering--" "Relax," I said. "Ever been telenized?" "Not that I know of." "Got nothin' to worry about, then. If you had been telenized, it's just possible they could have gotten your band number from the Telenosis Bureau. Which, by God, come to think of it, is where they probably got mine. But without that, or an electroencaphalograph, it'd take weeks, at least." "But can't it influence a lot of people at once? I mean, like mass hypnosis?" "Sure be hell if it could," I said. "But I don't think it can. I don't know why not, but I definitely remember old Doc Reighardt saying it'd never been done." He seemed to feel better. He finished his breakfast in relative silence. I was able to map out a general procedure for gathering all of the necessary SRI information.