Knight and Mallory laughed and almost as a duet shook their fingers in Sammy's face.
"We're having a purge. We are cleaning minds of nasty thoughts." Sammy relinquished the bottle, and puzzledly followed Knight and Mallory.
He followed them all over the ship, but they didn't find any more minds to purge. Finally, Kent Knight said, "I think the Arkkhans are gone, Bob."
"Yeah," the red head replied. "But maybe we ought to give everybody another slug of it just to be sure they're not hiding out."
That bottle and several others went down the throats of the crew amid the wails and laments of Sammy.
Sammy snored peacefully in a corner as Knight and Mallory talked. "It's funny when you think of it," Mallory commented. "They must have been more than just pure thought, or how could the liquor bother them?"
"Sammy had the clue. All the time I thought he had one of them in his mind, but he didn't. His subconscious mind somehow made him stay drunk. He knew something was trying to get at him.
"I feel sure, but somehow I'll never know, that they had a physical body of some sort, else they could have roamed at will across space. They wouldn't have needed any hosts."
Knight rubbed the nape of his neck where the hackles had risen at the memory of that furry little body he had touched which had brought It into his mind.