A year has passed. There has been no further menace; perhaps there never will be. And again, the invisible realm of which Don, Jane and I were vouchsafed so strange a glimpse, lies across a void impenetrable. Earth scientists have the projector, with its current batteries apparently almost exhausted. And they have the transition mechanism which we three were wearing. But of those, the vital element had been removed by Tako--and was gone with him. Many others were found on the bodies, and upon the body of poor Tolla. But all were wrecked by their fall. Perhaps it is just as well. Yet, often I ponder on that other realm. What strange customs and science and civilization I glimpsed. Out of such thoughts one always looms upon me: a contemplation of the vastness of things to be known. And the kindred thought: what a very small part of it we really understand! End of Project Gutenberg's The White Invaders, by Raymond King Cummings