I've always depended too much on Forential.
I've always been told what to do, he thought. It's time for me to begin telling myself what to do.
He nodded his head at the truth of this. I'm on my own, he thought. Well, by God, it's time to face that! I'll stop her some way.
Forential is depending on me!
At last it occurred to him to try to locate Julia. He concentrated. He formed Julia's pattern in his mind. He sought to equate it with reality. For a moment of bleak despair, he felt nothing. Then the pattern and reality overlapped. He fixed her in space. He had her. She was fleeing in an automobile.
And—she had changed! She was now—as she had been once before—as impotent as an earthling.
He sprang to his feet. Elation filled him. A rising tide of confidence swept over him.
Damn, damn, damn! he thought in excited delight. She's mine now!
Julia, oh Julia, can you hear me?
She couldn't.