As Isobel d'Larte was taken from the room she was led passed Andy Kirk. Seeing him, she stopped and stared at him coldly.
"Why did you do this to me?" she asked.
"To help you. If the trial had continued the way it had you would have been judged insane and executed here in the States. In Asia you may have a chance."
"Does it make a difference if I have a chance? No one really cares."
"You may find what you've been looking for over there."
"You think so?"
"I hope so."
"I don't understand you, Andy."
"Sometimes one must do bad to do good."
Isobel stared at him not understanding his words, then the guard led her away. Isobel d'Larte spent the night in jail, and the next morning, along with twenty other prisoners, was taken to the rocket-port to be sent to Asia. At the rocket-port the prisoners were allowed to say their goodbyes to their families without the benefit of guards. Isobel stood alone watching the tearful farewells, then walked slowly into the cafeteria. As she sat alone at the corner table drinking coffee a tall man dressed in an old fashioned top coat and with an old fashioned hat pulled down over his face walked up to the table and sat down opposite her. Isobel looked at the figure happily.