They have Gyf and Gyl in a little bottle now, tightly stoppered and ready for shipment back home to Venus. They'll be placed on the next space ship heading out.
There is a stupid Terrestrial law, you know, which makes it mandatory that all Venusians be apprehended on sight or extracted from any body they may be occupying and sent back to Venus in all possible haste.
And so I shall soon be extracted from the body of T. J. Nelson and his neck will bend double in the middle again just the way it was when I found him shortly after his accident. Then, in a little bottle of my own, I shall accompany Gyf and Gyl homeward.
But, don't worry, I'll be back! I'll be back just as soon as I can hitch a ride on a returning spaceboat!
So take good care of yourself, my friend, and don't catch pneumonia or step in front of a truck or anything like that—until I return.