"I believe so," the Pat answered.
"How was it when you came awake?" I asked. "Can you remember?"
"I think so. I recall I was born here in fright because it was all wrong. I was not in my natural state, so it was not right." The Pat paused to think. "I remember there was great speed and I was born in fright. Were you?"
"No," I answered. "I was not frightened at first. And I was never frightened to the degree you were. I was mostly lonely, which is related to fear. But when I first conceived of my existence here I was coolly logical. I awakened reasoning—realizing that I existed."
"I suppose it has to do with our emotional differences," the Pat beside me or with me or within me communicated.
"Do you recall where in space you came from?" I asked. "I must have been doubting my existence at first so intensely I did not observe. You seem to have taken your own being for granted, thus you were, perhaps, more observant."
"I—I think so." The Pat hesitated and I knew it was observing the stars around us. "Yes. Come with me. I think I know where."
I stayed with the Pat, a part of it, and we lurched through space. Rather, we ceased to exist at one point in space and existed in another. How far? Distances meant nothing.
"It was here," the Pat informed me finally.