Gary gestured at the diploma. "I read it.”
"Oh," she said. "I'd forgotten all about it.”
"I am Gary Nelson," he told her. "Newsman on the loose. My pal's out there in a spaceship waiting for us.”
"I suppose," she said, "that I should thank you, but I don't know how. Just ordinary thanks aren't quite enough.”
"Skip it," said Gary, tersely.
She stretched her arms above her head.
"It's good to be alive again," she said. "Good to know there's life ahead of you.”
"But," said Gary, "you always were alive. It must have been just like going to sleep.”
"It wasn't sleep," she said. "It was worse than death. Because, you see, I made one mistake.”
"One mistake?”