"Wait a minute," said Guy. "Someone run into the turretman's office, and the other go into the navigator's office. If either of them come out of it, let me know immediately."
"Pilot Tinsley, sir. Just came out of it."
"Were you on duty?"
"No, sir. Assistant Pilot Adcock was on the board."
"Oh," answered Guy. "He's still in the greenhouse, then."
"Did you expect him?"
"Dunno," said Guy slowly. "The passage of the vortex effect is leaving this office spherically. Or roughly so. Spread out—"
"Turretman Greene just came to, sir."
"You beat me by ten seconds. Navigator Sampson just took up his interest in life."
"See?" continued Guy. "As I was saying; spread out and cover the ship. Record each awakening time precisely. Later we'll get the dimensions of this can to the fractional millimeter, and we can chart what happened."