They showed Johnny through the place and explained politely, very pleasantly, that it would be best if he stayed in his rooms for a while. Adjustment period. Psych tests. All that sort of thing. Then they posted a very polite, pleasant, guard at each door to keep unauthorized visitors out--and Johnny in. Just as politely, and very firmly, they told the clamoring press: “Not yet....” When the records of the trip had been fully examined, when all the films and test-tubes and tapes and sample-boxes had been classified and examined, Security could be lifted completely.... How long would that be? Well, it was hard to say.... Soon. Very soon.... * * * * * One after another, different men of eminence in different schools of psychiatric practice came up to the hotel penthouse. Johnny met them politely and listened--at first with interest, and then with indifference--and agreed, passively, to the succession of exhumative techniques they proposed. They explained to him how a man’s memory worked, how the brain stores and holds memories, how a memory block occurs, how the subconscious mind can dominate a person’s consciousness. Johnny nodded patiently, and remembered nothing more than before. “You can remember if you want to,” one man said. “Yeah.” Johnny grinned, and looked embarrassed. “But what about if I _don’t_ want to?” They told him that the information he withheld--from them as well as from himself--would probably make a difference of years in sending out another ship. “Okay,” he said, with the same one-sided grin, “Do yourselves a favor. _Don’t_ find out.” He made it very clear that he himself fully intended to spend the remainder of his days on Earth; and that he was quite convinced any man in his right mind would do likewise. * * * * * Pete Christensen came down to see him. Chris was a friend, twice: not just Johnny’s friend, but Doug’s too. It had been his job to choose the men for that trip. The training and planning that had prepared them had been by his orders, and much of the time at his hands. And they had all shared the dream.... He said, “Listen, Johnny, _we’ve got to know_!” He talked about Congress and the new appropriations bill, about the dream that was dying in a morass of reaction and funk; and added, “There’s nothing in your Log about the _Lenin_ either.” “We never saw it.” “All right, you never saw it. So now you come back, without Doug, and something happened, but you won’t talk....” “Chris, if I _knew_ anything....”