"And I!"
"Me, too." The last was Lynn's voice, Matt recognized. A dozen others echoed the wish.
"Very well," said the director. "I—I think that I, too, shall go along."
They struggled up the hill in the black and the rain. It was higher than Matt had guessed, but at length they came to the crest.
Slowly Matt turned around and around.
Blackness!
Everywhere he looked there was only impenetrable blackness. Not even a pin prick of light broke the monotony.
"We—we must be in an unsettled area," Lynn ventured in a small voice at his elbow.
He looked around at the blur that was the girl. "It's the country," he suggested. "People go to bed early in the country."
"Maybe," said the girl. "I ... let's go back to the ship, Matt. I'm cold."