What about the machines on the ship?
Can there really be another compartment of—mutants?
Is that why the walls of the ship were impenetrable?
Is that why we were never permitted in more than a fraction of the overall space of the ship?
I don't think, I don't think I like Forential any more.
Julia consulted a phone directory for the address of the local F. B. I. office.
It was four thirty when she arrived, and only one man was still in the office. He had his feet propped up on the desk; he was smoking a pipe and reading a law book.
"Yes?" he said, standing up as Julia came forward.
"You better sit back down," she said.