She was huddled helplessly in a chair, sobbing in terror. Brek scowled as he remembered the girl he had once known, and gave the unconscious form of Sagginer another kick. Then he slid his gun out of its holster and pressed a button on the underside of the robot gunbelt. The time-scoop closed around the three of them. * * * * * When the greyness cleared away, Brek stumbled out of the time-scoop and saw the Councillor waiting for him, smiling. He shook his head to clear it. "Here I am," he said. "And here's your time snatcher. Mission accomplished, sir." "Very fine job, Brek. Very fine." Brek looked at the Councillor. "There's one problem, though. The girl, Dori--" He saw the Councillor blink apprehensively. "Oh, I brought her back, all right," he said quickly. "But--but--she's been badly treated, sir. I don't know if the damage Sagginer's done to her mind can ever be repaired. I--" The Councillor's eyes widened. "What are you talking about, Brek? What has happened to Dori? I'm afraid I don't understand what you mean." "Why, she's right here--unconscious, in the back of the Time-Scoop," Brek said, puzzled. "And--" He turned to find the girl. "Why--she _isn't_ here!" "Of course not," said the Councillor. "She's been right here, all the time. Where else should she be?" Dimly, Brek began to realize what had happened. Some act of his--the shooting of Cactus, perhaps--had altered the future, his present, ever so slightly. Just enough so that in _this_ present, Sagginer had gone back alone--_without_ Dori. A door opened, and a girl stepped out, clad in a white lab smock. Her eyes were bright and clear, and when she saw Brek, she gave a little scream of joy. Then Brek folded her into his arms.