"Yes?"
"Dorothea, do you have any idea how far one of those kids can go when he teleports?"
"No," Dorothea said. "I really haven't any idea about any of it. Mike tried to teach me once, but I guess I just don't have the talent."
"Oh," Malone said.
"I wish I could help," Dorothea said.
Silence fell, and gloom followed it.
Time ticked by. The bourbon bottle resumed its seductive winking.
"There is one thing," Dorothea said suddenly. "He did say one thing about it."
"What?" Malone said eagerly.
"He said you couldn't teleport to some place you haven't been before.
You've got to be able to visualize where you're going."