"From your house. It is to be the beginning of this--er--civilization you and Marsha are to create. You will observe in each direction there is still darkness? When we have manipulated the realm into the exact position of the ground floor of your house, we will install a series of transitional burnouts. These will break down molecular resistance which our more powerful equipment creates on solid portions of your house. Everything will fit into place, and you and Marsha will report to us regularly." Ernie was fuming. "Then we are your prisoners?" "Oh, but you'll enjoy every minute of it! We created the origin, the nucleus, in the home of some newlywed in your dimension for the mere purpose of convenience of adaptability. We will bring in teams who will plant ersatz crops, trees, cut streams, create weather--put life into the whole place. With your dimension's home and our dimension's scientific advantages, you can have full reign of populating a wonderful new world." Ernie was madder than he had ever remembered. "And if I refuse?" "You can't refuse. Marsha will be here momentarily; we have been experimenting with her changes in hair, mood, expression--we hypnotized her on occasions. The extra door in the hallways? Sooner or later she will see it, wonder as you did and open it. This time we will have the magnetic field force turned on. You see, Ernie, you came in the wrong way and--" and here he paused abruptly--"quite a problem has been posed." "I'll say it has!" "Yes. You see, you were supposed to come through the door, and you still will, for there was a technical miscalculation in our instruments which, while allowing you to enter this new dimension, also did not allow you to enter. You yourself suggested we correct by thirty whole degrees. Well, we are not set up for more than one field force entrance per person. The Congrice didn't allot us that much money." Ernie's eyes grew wild and bright. "So, technically, I'm not even here?" "Technically, your other self is still up by the laundry chute looking in or going back to bed, or whatever." He scratched his balding head. "Really an unfortunate event. For when the other you enters our hallway door, we shall have to do away with one of you. It would not only frighten Marsha, but the federal government would accuse us of waste, corruption and heaven knows what else." The wildness in Ernie's eyes turned into a gleam. "You mean your government just wouldn't understand?" "Right," the man said unhappily. "There's more politics in science than you'd ever believe possible." "Mister, I think I have a solution." "You _have_?" * * * * *