"I'm afraid not," said Theodi. "Believe me, we have sought it."
"Thanks," said Sandra. "I know it was for me. But, fellows, I think better with a cigarette."
"We have analyzed the one you gave us, and haven't found a similar weed—"
"O.K., I'll do my thinking in a higher plane," smiled Sandra.
A thought, fleeting as the touch of a moth's wing, crossed Sandra's mind. She fought to reclaim it. It had some association with an experience—some experience in which she had failed, somewhere.
Recently? It might have been.
Long ago?
Sandra didn't think so.
She sat there silent, and the Telfans left with a short statement to the effect that she might be able to think better alone. They would return later.