The question went unanswered. Music from the sound track throbbed in the small room. The scene on the wall revealed Unger stretched flat on the mat.
"Damned fraud!" Martin muttered.
Vee Vee moved close to Johnson. Her whisper was very soft. "I wonder if we will see the dreams again?"
"I do not know. I am watching the Dreamer."
"Yes. I know." She moved closer still. Her voice was even softer. "Darling."
"Shut up!"
She shrank away from him. He was aware that her eyes were on him. Suddenly she laughed, softly. "Oh, good! You're jealous."
Had she read his mind? "I am not jealous. Shut up. This is no time for talk."
In spite of what he said she moved closer. Under his breath he swore at her.
In the distance he seemed to catch the mutter of shouted voices. "I tell you I saw him!" one voice screamed.