"Huh?" he asked, turning.
"You're going to—"
"I must."
She smiled and took a deep breath. Bronson looked at her quizzically. It was obvious that something had happened that had pleased her—or convinced her of something, but what it might be eluded him.
"Look, Ginger, we haven't much time. I've got to get going—and you know what to do."
She nodded, her eyes bright and intent upon him. "Ed," she said in a quiet voice, "I've been both selfish and opportunist, wanting security at any price. But you are willing to trust me with the future of Earth One. That, too, proves the worth of—worth of—of—"
"Forget it," he said softly. "If we win it will prove the right of Earth One to survive."
Then he turned to the machine again. "I've got to go!"
She came up behind him, turned him around and kissed him. "Go," she said. "And as you go, Ed, remember that I've made up my mind. I'm going with you—all the way!"
He smiled down at her. "I know," he said cryptically. Then he turned and snapped the button.