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Deston, however, did not notice any of these details then.

"Excuse me, please," she said to the other three at her table. "I must go now." She
tossed her cards down onto the table and walked straight toward him; eyes still holding
eyes.

He backed hastily out into the corridor, and as the door closed behind her they went
naturally and wordlessly into each other's arms. Lips met lips in a kiss that lasted for a
long time. It was not a passionate embrace passion would come later-it was as though
each of them, after endless years of bootless, fruitless longing, had come at long last
home.

"Come with me, dear, where we can talk," she said finally, eyeing with disfavor the
half-dozen spectators; and, in her suite a few minutes later, Deston said:

"So this is why I had to come down into passenger territory. You came aboard at exactly
zero seven forty three."

"Uh-uh." She shook her head. "A few minutes before that; that was when I read your
name on the board. First Officer, Carlyle Deston. It simply unraveled me; I came
completely unzipped. It's wonderful that you're so strongly psychic, too."

"I don't know about that," he said, thoughtfully. "Psionics says that that the map is the
territory, but all my training has been based on the axiom that it isn't. I've had hunches all
my life, but the signal doesn't carry much information. Like hearing a siren while you're
driving a ground-car. You know you have to pull over and stop, but that's all you know. It
could be police, fire, ambulance-anything. Anybody with any psionic ability at all ought to
do a lot better than that, I should think."

"Not necessarily. You don't want to believe it, so you've been fighting it, beating it down.
So it has to force its way through whillions and skillions of ohms of resistance to get
through to you at all. But I know you're very strongly psychic, or you wouldn't've come
down here . . ." she giggled suddenly ". . . and you'd've jumped clear out into subspace when a perfectly strange girl attacked you. So ... aren't you going to ask me to marry you?"

"Of course I am." He blushed hotly. "Will you? Right now?"

"You can't without resigning, can you? They'd fire you?"

"What of it? I can get a good ground job." "But you wouldn't like a ground job!"

"What of that, too. A man grows up. Between you and any job in the universe there's no
choice."

"I knew you'd say that, Cari." She hugged his elbow against her side. "I'd love to get
married right now. . . ." She paused.

"Except for what?" he asked.

"I thought at first I'd tell my parents first-they're aboard, you know-but I won't. She’d