"Nothing too dramatic, really. They just seemed reluctant to let you go home, too. Seems as if you tried to skewer Mallory. You even beat up a couple of guards with atomic pistols. You went raving and screaming through the Star Climber trying to rip instruments out of the ship.
"In short, you went space crazy, Kent. You raved and babbled about some awful Thing that was running around in your mind."
"Yes?" Knight questioned quietly.
"And Mallory decided that you were better off in the Star Climber. He thinks you've picked up some terrible disease."
Sammy looked at Knight suddenly, searchingly.
"You're all right now, aren't you?" he asked.
It was quite a while before Knight answered. He was going over his mind with a mental fine-toothed comb. Is It in me? I can't tell for sure. Once before I was sure It was gone, and It was here. Is It gone now?
"Yes, Sammy," he answered finally. "I think I'm all right now. Why?"
"Well," said Sammy, taking another quick gulp out of the bottle, "You don't look all right."
His mind, which had been seeking out the Thing in Kent Knight's being, relaxed from its search and thought of other items.