"We can survive," said Docchi. "Power and oxygen, we have, and we can grow or synthesize our food."
He sat beside Anti's tank, which had been returned to the usual place. A small tree nodded overhead in the artificial breeze. It was peaceful enough. But Nona wasn't there.
"We'll get you out of the tank," promised Jordan. "When she comes back, we'll rig up a place where there's no gravity. And we'll continue cold treatment."
"I can wait," said Anti. "On this world I'm normal."
Docchi stared forlornly about. The one thing he wanted to see wasn't there.
"If you're worrying about Nona," advised Anti, "don't. The guards were pretty rough with the women, but plastissue doesn't feel pain. They didn't find her."
"How do you know?"
"Listen," said Anti. The ground shivered with the power of the gravital units. "As long as they're running, how can you doubt?"
"If I could be sure—"
"You can start now," Jordan said. "First, though, you'd better get up and turn around."