"The job is much easier and less hazardous than the train ride that brought you here. You're a natural for it. You really fit it."
"Do I, now?" A quick glow of inner warmth melted many bad years away. Ollie grinned.
"You know," he said, "in a way that's a disappointment."
"How so?" asked the major aggressively. "Don't you want the job?"
"Yes, sir. I want it. But all these years I've been telling myself that somewhere on this earth was a place I'd fit into, if only I could find it. Now you tell me I fit in, but the place isn't here on Earth after all!"
"Not right now, no," said Katt. "But you'll be back. Rich and famous, too. No Home for you, Mr. Hollveg—you'll have a nice place of your own."
And he did—after photographing the planets of Arcturus.