"In short my fried chicken is going to burn if I keep listening to you."
"—no spaceships. Just people. Shimmering in and out and spanning the chasm of light years instantly."
"Have you any data on our visitors yet?"
"Not visitors. Just one. One traveler."
"What does the screen say, Lidd?"
Liddell read what was there before him for the third time. "Single man. Luna outbound."
"Destination?"
"It doesn't say. Weight, one ninety. The—"
"But we don't collect his fare, so why the business about his weight?"
"Didn't you read the instructions, hon? Because it's forwarded from here, just like we'll forward Mister Smith to his destination."