But 4901 could remember something magnificent, and so he could anticipate, and that was hope, and faith. He found that no one really believed him but he kept on telling it anyway, the story of the Plan. "Maybe this number didn't exist," someone would say. "If there's no record anywhere--" 4901 would smile. "In my head, there's where the record is. _I_ know. _I_ remember." And so it was that 4901 was the only one who still remembered and who could still smile when sometime after that--no one in the prison colony knew how long--the Underground was victorious, and the Managerial System crumbled.