It was a pleasant evening, too. He felt almost relaxed. He stood there, wondering just what might be about to happen next—with curiosity more than fear—and then he felt a light touch at his mind.
It was nothing, really. Or nothing that he could quite identify. It was though he had been nudged. It seemed that someone was about to usurp his body again, but that did not develop.
As he had about decided to forget it and get back in the car he saw headlights approaching.
A low, lean sports car slowed as it came near, stopping beside him, and a girl leaned out, almost invisible in the darkness. "There you are, love," she said cheerfully. "Thought I spotted someone. Lost?"
She had a coronet, and Chandler recognized her. It was the girl who had interrogated him. "I guess I am," he admitted.
The girl leaned forward. "Come in, dear. Oh, that thing? Leave it here, the silly little bug." She giggled as they drove away from the Renault. "Koitska wouldn't like you wandering around. I guess he decided to give you a job?"
"How did you know?"
She said softly, "Well, love, you're here, you know. Otherwise—never mind. What are you supposed to be doing?"
"Going to Tripler, whatever that is. In Honolulu, I guess. Then I have to build some radio equipment."
"Tripler's actually on the other side of the city. I'll take you to the gate; then you tell them where you want to go. They'll take care of it."