"Damn it!" A human voice said.
A wave as sharp as the tip of a sword swept through the room.
Unger fell.
He was ten feet high when he started to fall. With a bone-breaking, body-jarring thud, the Dreamer fell. Hard.
There was a split second of startled silence in the Dreaming Room. The silence went. Voices came.
"Who did that?"
"What happened?"
"That human hidden there did it! He broke the Dreaming!" Anger marked the voices. Although the language was Venusian, Johnson got most of the meaning. His hand dived under his coat for the gun holstered there. At his left, Caldwell was muttering thickly. "What—what happened? I was back in the lab on Earth—" Caldwell's voice held a plaintive note, as if some pleasant dream had been interrupted.
On Johnson's right, Vee Vee seemed to flow to life. Her arms came up around his neck. He was instantly prepared for anything. Her lips came hungrily against his lips, pressed very hard, then gently drew away.
"What—" he gasped.