“You may go,” Elmer said again, and there was a bit of insistence in his voice as if he wished they would. “You will find a switch in the hiding place back of where the jug stood. It controls the screen.”
They waited in silence while Carter snapped the switch.
“Good night,” said Elmer and in his thoughts was a weight of sorrow, a sorrow that seemed to be wrenched out of a millennia of life.
They turned to go, but before they reached he door he called them back.
“Perhaps you would take Buster. Take care of him until you can restore him to normal size again.”
“Certainly,” said Lathrop.
“And, gentlemen,” said Elmer, “just one other thing.”
“Yes, what is it, Elmer?”
“There’ll be times,” said Elmer, “when you won’t understand. Times when you get stuck.”
“I don’t doubt it,” Carter admitted.