"Tom!" she said plaintively. "Not—oblivion."
"No," he said with a wistful smile. "At superspeed, my recording instruments could record nothing. Perhaps if I'd been aboard I could have found out what really happened. There is no way."
"But what can we do?"
"Build another one and spend my time trying to find out how to get a recording from a body that isn't really existent in this space at all."
"That sounds impossible."
"Then there is but one answer," he said, "and that is to go out with it and hope that by some machination I can control the reaction before it gets beyond stopping."
"Tom," she said quietly, "you are still convinced that such a thing is possible?"
"I am," he said. And then he stopped as his face filled with wonder.
"What?" she asked, seeing the change.
"Look," he said, his voice rising in excitement. "We caught radiation. Right?"