She was reclining on the couch again, her eyes closed, when he switched off the image. He sat for a little while before turning on the tape projector, recalling his conversation with her and a feeling growing within him that he was almost on the verge of discovering still another menace to Tharnar.
Virginia held her hands to her face to shade her eyes as she looked out the window. "What you can see of the city from here is all bright with lights," she said, "but there's no one on the streets. Only some robots. Everyone in the city must be in bed."
"That's the way it's been every night," he said. "Early to bed and late to rise—they're an odd race. I've wondered what they do to pass away the time. But what they're doing now is something you should be doing—resting."
She turned away from the window. "I'm not sleepy. I keep thinking of The Cat out there waiting for us and how we might get to it if we could only get hold of a blaster."
"Which we can't try to do until they come for us in the morning. Some rest now might mean a lot then."
"All right, Bob." She went to him and sat beside him on his cot. "What is it now—how much more time?"
"About three hours."
She leaned her head against him and he put his arm around her. "I guess I am a little tired," she said. "But don't let me go to sleep."
"All right, Ginny."