"No. I mean—aren't we supposed to be ... well, affected, somehow?"
"Oh." Steve looked at her and scratched his head in thought. "Well-l, I do feel a trifle crazy."
"How?" Myra looked concerned.
Steve grinned impishly. "I feel like kissing you."
Myra puffed out her cheeks in mock anger, then smiled.
"You know," she said, "I feel the same way."
They didn't see the two creatures that stood outside the ship, watching them through the transparent door.
Myra's eyes opened. She looked over her husband's shoulder.
"Steve," she whispered.
"Mmmm?" he said dreamily.