Suddenly Steve saw it and sat up straight, his heart doing flip-flops. He could hear his voice and his augmented thought shouting together—"There's no man! You're alone here!"
Her smile was heavenly, something like music that touched him inside.
"Now you know," she said, and held up the tiny garment she had just completed. "It's for our first one."
Steve leaned back, his worriment smoothing out into a strange beautiful prevision of their life, going on and on here.... He couldn't seem to get excited about Earth any longer. All the dreams of going back seemed to be dissolving in a warm flood of knowing—he wasn't going back!
"This prevision can be fun," mused Steve, looking into her eyes. "You knew...."
"I knew when your ship sounded overhead! It added up, because ... I don't know. When I saw you, then I saw the prevision had not been wishful thinking. It was you, the same man I saw ahead. So I began making the things...."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Steve asked.
"It wasn't that way. You had to go and see the city, undergo the change, want to come back. If you hadn't wanted to come back, why then I had made a mistake. But you came back, so ... but I knew all the time."
"I knew too, but ... there was your knitting. I thought you must have a mate, that he must be away."
"In the flesh state, people have prevision, but it isn't as accurate. Ours is usually accurate. Just a new faculty. One of several new faculties."