Murphy saw that they were on a street, the tall, angular shadows of strange buildings all around them. He heard a shuffling noise and turned to see Antarians crawling toward them. _They were prisoners!_ For some reason, the Antarians had kept them from realizing it and-- A brief, intense pain ripped through his skull. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, then opened them.... The Antarians were dead, their bodies riddled with bullets. There at the end of the street--_their troops!_ He looked up at the sky. There were no blinking pinpoints of light among the stars. The war was over! They had won! The years that followed were good ones for Murphy. Although he had never written a line before, he wrote a novel about his war experiences and it became a best-seller. He went to Hollywood when a motion picture producer purchased the story and, unbelievably, became an actor. He had never considered himself a handsome man but millions of viewers considered him handsome and beautiful women were attracted to him. He married and became the father of two children. Life seemed like a dream ... a perfect dream in which, day after day, year after year, everything was perfect....