Someone did.
Someone came striding across the plain, a small dot of a figure at first. He came closer.
Steve ignored the anthrovacs, ran forward. "Charlie!" he cried. "Charlie!"
The man was shorter than Steve, and stockier. His eyes searched Steve's face briefly, and he said: "Should I know you?"
"Should you! I'm your brother!"
"Interesting, but quite impossible."
The words hardly registered, and Steve babbled on, "We thought you were dead. It was Teejay here who reported back to Earth saying you'd died on Ganymede. Now you're alive and—" Abruptly he whirled, turned to Teejay. "You lied, damn you! Here's Charlie, see? Charlie was never dead. But you said—"
"I said Charlie was dead." The woman met his gaze levelly. "He was. I know a dead man when I see one. He was dead."
"But—"
"But nothing. I don't know who this is. I can't explain it. That has nothing to do with what happened on Ganymede years ago."