They stopped at the office to see if Thad had any news yet. He did; but nothing special. If there had been any trouble, or anything out of the way at all, on board the _Messenger_, it was not being broadcast. “They probably kept him sedated anyhow,” Phil pointed out, as they crossed the Mall to the Med Building where his office was. She shook her head. “No. Not this time.” “Oh?” He looked at her curiously. Under his eyes, she lost some of the quiet certainty with which she had heard both Thad’s report and Phil’s comment. “I mean, I don’t _think_ so. I--” She flashed a quick smile. “--have a _hunch_, let’s say.” “Tell me more.” “I will,” she said soberly. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about, Phil.” But she said nothing more till they were in his office. Then she took out two small rolls of sound tape, and handed them to him. “I’d like you to hear these for yourself before I say anything,” she told him. “I made them out at the Shack. One was Monday. The other’s yesterday.” He turned spools over in his hand dubiously. “You care to give me any notion of what I’m listening to? Or for?” “I thought perhaps you should just _hear_ them first, but--I guess it’ll make more sense if I tell you this much first. After we talked about that--telepathy bit, I got to thinking, and I realized I’d just been _scared_ by the idea. Kind of foolish, I guess.... All this time I’ve been going around telling people I believe in--or, well, that I think there’s a lot of sense in some of the work they’ve done in E.S.P.--Then as soon as something happens to _show me_, I back off and say, ‘Oh, no, not for _me_, friend!’” She smiled wryly. Phil grinned. “Honey, I told you to start with, this Shack stuff was spooky. Something makes sense, that doesn’t necessarily make it _feel sensible_. I still get shivers when I try to think what they mean by an ‘infinite universe.’ Stuff like that.” “Maybe so. Anyhow, I think I’m over--” She stopped herself. “That’s not true. I’m still scared as hell. But I’m scared of having a baby too, and scared of what might happen tonight, when Johnny comes, and--I’m scared of lots of things I know are _real_, and even know I’ll get through all right.” He cleared his throat. “Okay, kid. I hope you love me too. Now:--what’s the bit with the tapes?” “Well, I tried to think how I might be able to find out scientifi--I guess, _experimentally_ is a better word? Anyhow, I thought if I got a recorder fixed up so that I could talk what I was thinking out there--at least _I’d_ find out what I _do_ think there--I told you, I’m never positive afterwards just when I got some idea, or just where it _came_ from--?” He nodded. “And then, if it turned out to have anything on it that we could _check_.... Well, then I’d _know_. Or at least, we’d know there was something worth working on. Well, you know what I mean.”