Friday night Ge-Ge announced "Shamar, I can't stand much more of this! What's going to happen? What is Von Stutsman going to do? He's onto something. I sometimes wish—oh, God!—I sometimes wish something would happen so we'd know where we stand, so we'd know what to do!" He tried to put an arm around her, but she brushed it away. "Don't! Let me alone!"
She retired to the other side of the room. For a moment, and for no reason, the hostility in the air between them was like ice and fire.
"I'm sorry," Ge-Ge said curtly.
"That's all right," Shamar said, his voice cold and distant.
"Let's talk about something else."
They were silent for a minute. Then he said, "I wanted to ask you. Of all the people I talked to, I couldn't find anyone who seemed to give a damn, one way or the other, about Earth. Why is that? You'd think they'd be at least talking about Earth."
"Why should they be? We've got our own problems."
At that point, the police arrived and took Shamar the Worker away.
They put him in a cell in which there were already three other prisoners.