There were stirrings in some of the other beds, and somebody mumbled "Pipe down!" Terry tried to be quiet getting out of the bunk. He stood up, felt a little light-headed, and walked over to the other's bed. He sat at its foot. The light feeling--and it seemed to be all over him now--wouldn't go away. "Come on, don't be wise. What is this place?" "Don't be wise yourself! How should I know? Maybe it's a hospital. I must've got sick down cellar or something when Dad turned on the Contraption--" "All that funny blue light," Terry said. "But how--" Then they looked at each other. Hard. "What d'you know about the blue light?" Mike asked. "How d'you know about Dad and the Contraption?" Terry countered. "You spying from someplace?" Terry was on his feet and had both small fists clenched. "You get up out of there!" "Wait up ... maybe it put us to sleep, so this is all a dream, like. Nobody looks the same in dreams." "You're crazy. They don't sound alike, and you're trying to sound like Mike...." "You sound like Terry, too. You could all right in a dream, just like you know the same things. I'll tell you the first two numbers in the address of our house. If you can give me the last two, then we will know. And if you can't smart guy--" "You don't even know the street we live on." "It's Delaware, so how do you like that? And here's the first two numbers--2, 6--" "8, 1--" "What'd I tell you? It sure is a dream. You're Terry all right I guess and I'm me--Mike--but in a dream everybody always looks funny. You got black hair, all straight and cut short." "You too. But guess you're Mike though, as long as it's a dream. Only I feel pretty real." "Sure, me too. Sometimes dreams are like that. Just like for real." "Well I hope we don't get into a nightmare. They make me sweat awful." "I'm all sweaty now--so're you. It's sure hot around here. Where in heck d'you suppose we are, anyway?" "You don't think Dad's thing killed us, and--and we're--" "Naw--they wouldn't have beds or anything. Anyhow, Dad told us all about that once. There's no such place. It's got something to do with state of mind, whatever that is." "Well we've been kinda bad every now and then just the same." "Dad says that hasn't got anything to do with it, don't you remember? Nobody keeps books on you, like a report card, or anything. It's up to you, and you know how you feel about it inside. That's what he said, and I believe Dad. Dad's smart, Terry." "Wish he was here too." "Grown-ups got dreams of their own to worry about. You're not scared, are you?" "Who me? Heck, no. Hey, have a look at the funny clothes hanging up at the side of our beds. Like riding pants, with wide black belts. Look, some belts got three little silver things in each side. And have a look at the boots! Hey, feel this one--light as anything." "Who ever heard of blue riding pants? Besides you don't know how to ride a horse any more than I do." "Bet I could though. Boy--"