He saw no white-domed buildings of Hoover City, no formal lines of green-treed parks, no streams of buzzing gyro-cars. There was only a translucent and infinite whiteness. It was as if the window were set on the edge of the Universe overlooking a solemn, silent and matterless void.
The girl entered the room.
"Hi," she said, smiling. The dark half-moons under her eyes were less prominent. Her face was relaxed.
She increased the pressure in his rubberex pillows and helped him rise to a sitting position.
"Where are we?" he asked.
"Venus."
"We're not in Hoover City?"
"No."
He looked at her, wondering. "You won't tell me?"
"Not yet. Later, perhaps."