Bob grinned with more confidence than he felt, turned and hurried from the room.
Jana moved slowly across the floor to the couch where Jerry Norcriss lay in unnatural slumber, and stood staring down at his strange, young-old face, and her eyes were bright with quiet wonder....
V
"What's this, what's this?" rasped Jerry's mind. "Where have I gotten to, now?"
"It's all right," said a soothing voice. "You're with me, now."
"Oh? Oh?" Jerry's mind said, snickering. "And who might you be?"
It was dark as he looked out through the alien eyes, but a quick patting of his paw across his face reassured him that his sharp white incisors, muzzle and stiff gray whiskers were intact and healthy.
"How can I be you?" asked Jerry. "If I'm a gray rat and you're a gray rat, what am I doing here?"
"You've come to spy on me, I know," said the soothing voice. "But see? You have nothing to fear, nothing at all. I'm not going to hurt you. You find no menace in me. Do you?"