Then it was.
Ramsey would never forget that. Vardin had spoken while the dense gray murk enveloped them completely.
Then it began to grow tenuous.
As if Vardin’s words had made it so. Little Vardin, shy, frightened Vardin, suddenly, inexplicably, the strongest, surest one among them….
The sky, white and [p 121] dazzling, glistened. The gray murk glistened too, a hundred yards off in all directions, like a wall of polished glass surrounding them.
In the very middle of the bell-jar of visibility granted them all at once, stood a black rectangular object.
“The teleporter!” Margot cried. “The matter-transmitter! I know it is. I know it is!”
Ramsey stood waiting breathlessly.
No, he realized abruptly, not breathlessly. You couldn’t say breathlessly.
For Ramsey had not breathed, not once, since they left the Enterprise.