Alan frowned. "Visa?"
Hawkes cut in: "The boy's going back on his ship, I told you. He won't need a visa, or the alien either."
"Be that as it may," MacIntosh said. "So you're looking for your brother, boy? Give me the specifications, now. Name, date of birth, and all the rest."
"His name is Steve Donnell, sir. Born 3576. He jumped ship in——"
"Born when, did you say?"
"They're spacers," Hawkes pointed out quietly.
MacIntosh shrugged. "Go ahead."
"Jumped ship in 3867—I think. It's so hard to tell what year it is on Earth."
"And physical description?"
"He was my twin," Alan said. "Identical twin."