He went back along the dark street to the main boulevard, where the little white route signs glimmered faintly. He looked for the car, but did not see it.
Shrugging, Wales started along the highway. He couldn't be too far from the big Evacuation Thruways.
He had gone only a few blocks in the dark, when lights suddenly came on and outlined him. He whirled, startled.
"Mr. Wales," said a voice.
Wales relaxed. He walked toward the lights. It was the car, and the driver in the UN uniform, parked back in an alley.
"I thought you were back at the spaceport by now," Wales said sourly.
The driver swore. "I wasn't going to run away. But no use tackling that crowd. Didn't I warn you? An Evacuation uniform sets them crazy."
Wales got in beside him. "Let's get out of here."
As they rolled, he asked, "When I left Earth four years ago, there didn't seem a soul who doubted Doomsday. Why are these people doubtful now?"