"Gefty," Kerim whispered, "what is it? Where are we?" Gefty looked at her. "After we got hauled into that time current," he said hoarsely, "I tried to find out which way in space we were headed. The direction indicators over there seemed to show we were trying to go everywhere at once. You remember Maulbow's control unit wasn't working right, needed adjustments. Well, all those little impulses must have pretty well canceled out because we weren't taken really far. In the last hour and a half we've covered roughly the distance the _Queen_ could have gone on her own in, say, thirty days." "Then where ..." "Home," Gefty said simply. "It's ridiculous! Other side of the Hub from where we started." He nodded at the plate. "Eastern Hub Quadrant. Section Six Eight. The G2 behind the green dot--that's the Evalee system. We could be putting down at Evalee Interstellar three hours from now if we wanted to." Kerim was laughing and crying together. "Oh, Gefty! I knew you would ..." "A fat lot I had to do with it!" Gefty leaned forward suddenly, switched on the transmitter. "And now let's pick up a live newscast. There's something else I ..." His voice trailed off. The transmitter screen lit up with a blurred jumble of print, colors, a muttering of voices, music and noises. Gefty twisted a dial. The screen cleared, showed a newscast headline sheet. Gefty blinked at it, glanced sideways at Kerim, grimaced. "The something else," he said, his voice a little strained, "was something I was also worried about. Looks like I was more or less right." "Why, what's wrong?" "Nothing really bad," Gefty assured her. He added, "I think. But take a look at the Federation dateline." Kerim peered at the screen, frowned. "But ..." "Uh-huh." "Why, that ... that's almost ..." "That," Gefty said, "or rather _this_ is the day after we started out from the Hub, headed roughly Galactic west. Three weeks ago. We'd be just past Miam." He knuckled his chin. "Interesting thought, isn't it?" Kerim was silent for long seconds. "Then they ... or we ..." "Oh, they're us, all right," Gefty said. "They'd have to be, wouldn't they?" "I suppose so. It seems a little confusing. But I was thinking. If you send them a transmitter call ..." Gefty shook his head. "The _Queen's_ transmitter isn't too hot, but it might push a call as far as Evalee. Then we could arrange for a Com-Web link-up there, and in another ten minutes or so ... but I don't think we'd better." "Why not?" Kerim demanded. "Because we got through it all safely, so we're going to get through it safely. But if we receive that message now and never go on to Maulbow's moon ... you see? There's no way of knowing just what would happen." Kerim looked hesitant, frowned. "I suppose you're right," she agreed reluctantly at last. "So Mr. Maulbow will have to stay dead now. And that janandra." After a moment she added pensively, "Of course, they weren't really very nice--"