"Harvey dear, is that you?" A light sprang out of the air twenty feet above the ground. Dana stood in breath-taking silhouette in a rectangular frame of familiar white. Harvey realized it was the first time since ... since the crash! ... since the crash that he had seen white light. White, the symbol of truth. He straightened, still under the flange, and waited while Dana decided to come down and look around. He would soon get the truth.
"Harvey?"
He tensed as her shapely legs appeared, carefully feeling for the rungs of an invisible ladder. When she reached the ground, Harvey stepped around the exhaust flange and flung himself on her. They landed in the yellow turf, and Harvey found without surprise he faced a formidable opponent. Whatever the force that had enabled her to lift the ship yesterday proved equally useful against flesh; but Harvey found he also possessed new strength. His eyes fell on the tiny metal case strapped to her waist.
A Matter Disorganizer!
"Harvey! Stop it, Harvey! You don't know what you're doing!" she screamed. He laughed harshly and finally succeeded in wrenching the little metal box away from her.
"You were going to destroy the ship," he shouted incredulously. "In God's name, why?"
She stepped back from him, tears glistening in her eyes. "To keep ... this from happening," she panted. She turned and yelled something at the Castle.
In the weird moonlights, a huge flying monster dragged itself from the topmost pinnacle and came in a banshee wail toward Harvey. He put down his fear and aimed the Matter Disorganizer carefully. The huge yawning mouth gaped out at him as he pulled the actuator. The banshee scream stopped abruptly; the monster vanished. Dana fell to her knees sobbing. "You've killed him! You've killed Timothy," she cried.
