Irritably, he flipped the reader switch and swung his chair ninety degrees to the glowing screen beside his desk, where Lisa Trovi’s ragged typing explained, as adequately as possible, why the visit had to be postponed _again_. He flipped the frame, and got Jed Harbridge’s carefully composed message on the screen. Might as well start writing answers--get them on the shuttle back. He sat, thought about what to tell Jed, and flipped back to Lisa’s note. Switched on the dictaphone, and thought some more. Knock on the door. “Come in!” The shadow behind the panel moved, and the door opened. “Oh, Phil.” _Good._ He turned off both machines. “Busy? I can come back....” “You couldn’t have picked a better time. I’ve just been sitting here stewing in my own juices--such as are left. Sit down. What’s on your mind?” “Questions, mostly.” “Like...?” “Like, to start with, what’s in _your_ mind?” Chris grinned briefly. “You decided I’m a case too?” “Sure. What of? If it’s all the same with you, I haven’t had an agoraphobiac in a long time....” “You know, I might’ve been better off that way.” He laughed. “What can I do for you outside of that? I don’t suppose you’ve had time enough yet to have any idea....” “Pretty damn good idea,” Phil broke in cheerfully. “I’ll do you up a proper report when I get back down, but I can tell you offhand now that I think any kind of half-decent psych staff up here could solve most of the problem, without half trying. In fact, the most interesting damn thing about it isn’t the diseases, but the patients. They _don’t want_ to be sick. I’ve never seen a more co-operative group in my life. It’s a headshrinker’s heaven, man!” “That right?” Chris thought it over. “Well. Of course, I guess it helps to start out with a high IQ level and--” He broke off at the doctor’s amused headshake. “Chris, if you asked me before I came up here I’d have said you _couldn’t_ take a batch of human beings, selected for ability rather than stability, and shut ’em up in an enclosed system where the environment violates every bit of early conditioning, and expect any thing but Trouble, with a capital T. You did it. Which proves only that my preconceptions are as useless as yours or anybody else’s.” “You think we’re in pretty good shape, then?” “No. _Astonishingly_ good shape. I have never seen a group of human beings working with such a high integration of aims and abilities; or expressing their own emotions so satisfactorily, with so little apparent hostility--or in such good physical shape, for the most part, considering the unfamiliar conditions.” “Well, of course, those rest-leaves have a lot to do with it,” Chris conceded. “I’ll bet. If it wasn’t for that, I couldn’t honestly even consider taking the job. I’ve been counting noses, and I figure there are enough of ’em ready to try giving up their leaves so I can count on a few cases, anyhow....” It finally penetrated. “Say! Do you mean you’ve decided?”