"You comin' from the Ultrarama show?" the driver asked.
Hendriks nodded.
"Swell thing, ain't it? It's supposed to be real, and I mean real!"
"It sure is," Hendriks agreed. He leaned back and tried to relax. His nerves were still quivering like overtaut harp strings.
"It's quite a thing," he said. "But not for me. I'm going home. I'm going to take a nice calming shower, a sedative, and get in bed. Then I'm going to read a nice quiet book. How about you, Dot?"
She nodded. "That's real enough for me," she said.