"I believe you," I said. "But--" "Sure. You'd be crazy to go. Wife and kids. I've got none of that. Mostly what I want to do, I guess, is prove those longbeards upstairs are cockeyed." "I hope you do. Maybe you'll let me write about it when you get back." "It'll be a good story," Regan assured me. "I'll be waiting for it," I promised. That was five years ago. Four years ago, Regan went, as he said he would. He went alone, in a little space launch. I'm still waiting to write the end of the story. End of Project Gutenberg's Traveling Companion Wanted, by Richard Wilson