"I—I don't know. A robot surprised me. He took my picture."
"A robot!" she said in alarm, drawing away from him. "They probably already know who you are. Were you followed?"
"Part of the way, but I think I dropped him."
"You think?" Her tone was worried. "Do you realize you might have led him here. We can't go to the meeting place now. They'll be searching for you."
"And they'll find me if I stay here," he said mournfully. "Now, you've got to take me, Julie. I've got to go someplace."
"Where?" she said. "Where can anyone go—except up there?" With a motion of her head she indicated the moon, hanging like a grim reminder of the Prison Colony it contained. She shook her head. "I should've suspected it when that WBI man showed up. Somehow they've gotten wise to you. Do you realize you've jeopardized our entire position?"
"I didn't mean to—"
"It matters very little whether or not you meant to," Julie said sharply; "the fact is, you've done it." Her tone softened, "I'm sorry, Arthur, it's just that—"
"I understand how you feel," Arthur said gently, taking her in his arms. "Believe me, Julie, everything will turn out all right."