"Hide, nothing," Jansen said, smiling weakly but happily the split-second before they were whisked seventy million miles through sub-space. "If you're not a fugitive, the outworlds are wonderful. Maybe you'd like...."
He was going to say, like to join me. It was an impulse he couldn't explain, as if the depths of sub-space drew a man's secret desires from his unconscious mind.
And as they began to materialize on Earth he heard Wendy's voice, as if from far away:
"Maybe I'd like to try that."