"As soon as I get my breath back," he said. It wasn't bad when he ate, but the mere thought of food was distasteful. He glanced sternly at his son. "Wilbur, hereafter you may not order meat. As long as we are on Earth, you will ask for eggs."
"Just eggs?" said Wilbur incredulously. "Gee, they're real expensive here. Anyway, I don't like them without a rasher of—"
"Eggs," said Marcus. Another thought occurred to him. "Sunny-side up. No cook can disguise that."
The sky was dark when they left the restaurant. After work, traffic had abated and the entertainment rush hadn't come on the streets, which were now curiously silent and deserted. Marcus caught sight of the tall spire of Information Center glistening against the evening sky.
"Where are we going?" asked Wilbur.
"To the hotel. We have a hard day's work tomorrow."
"Can we walk? I mean, we can't see anything in the tubes."
"It's a long walk."
"It's right over there. I've walked farther before breakfast."