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The girl appeared. She was more beautiful than he remembered her. He
saw that she was no one he'd ever seen before.

"Normal ECG."

Gary opened his eyes to see that Easton's eyes were on the
electrocardiograph monitor, which was now duplicating what had been
recorded during the dream. What had Max expected?

Sam Nevis punched for stop to give them all a good look at the girl. She
did not seem American, at least not in the tunic and the way she wore her
hair.

"Dr. Carmody?"

Gary looked to Easton. "Yes, sir?"

"Did you ever study Grecian or Roman history or read any novels about
Grecian or Roman times?"

"No."

"This girl could pass for a hetaera."

No wonder the girl put off Kate! A hetaera, indeed, a member of the
highly cultivated courtesan class in ancient Greece! Gary found himself
blushing.

"Proceed," Max Easton said.

Sam got the tape dream record rolling again. The girl kissed Gary and
the medics began carrying him out.

"Slow, now," Max ordered.

They watched the dream. The girl winced.

"Hold it!"

They all saw the red flashing light, which signified that at that precise
moment Easton had pushed for transfer.

"She felt it," Easton said, exultant. "It's just as I thought." He frowned
at the controls. "If she felt it, it must be coming through. Sam, suppose we
increase the frequency and the power? That might jolt one of them
through."

"How much of an increase?"