for a weekend. Some place where they'd never heard of A. P. Green, the
big producer. You know. I wish--I honestly wish I weren't--some times."

The hand touched Julia's dress. She was too preoccupied to notice.

"... you have an interesting face. It's very, very expressive. I want to
give you my card. I want you to come in for a test."

Julia moved away from him. All she could think about was Walt. Could he
be in that car just behind? "... please ..." she said vaguely in
protest.

He blinked his eyes; the hand retreated a few inches. "I've never talked
to anyone like this before," he said. "But your face, your eyes.... When
I saw you standing there--saw you were running from something--I knew
you'd understand."

Julia swallowed stiffly. She pivoted to face him. "Listen mister. I need
help. Would you drive me into L. A.? Fast, mister?"

He was hurt. He drew back. "I thought we could go.... I know a little
place.... They know me there; we could eat, and--" He moved one hand
pathetically.

Julia felt a flutter of thought. (There was still a tiny bit of residual
power remaining; it was fading fast.) Walt was starting after her!

"Mister, for God's sake, _can you drive me into L. A._? I've got to get
some money out of the all-night bank!"

"... yes, of course, yes." He moved his lips without words. "I thought
you'd understand. Your face.... Nobody does, really. How it _is_, I
mean."

"Please hurry," she said. If I can just get a car before Walt catches
me, she thought. That's the only way I can keep away from him. I've got
to keep moving until I get my powers back; or until ... until ... what?
Her lower lip trembled. She was cold and numb. _Hurry!_ she wanted to
shriek.

* * * * *

For a full minute Walt did not realize she was gone. When he did, he was
relieved. He found himself trembling. Where did that demon go? Thank God
she's gone; I--!

The thought of her, diminutive and infinitely superior, made him cringe.
He was afraid of her. He wanted to cry.

Forential understands, Walt thought. If he were here now, he'd
understand. He'd ... he'd tell me what to do.

Walt stared at the back of his hand.

Steady, he thought, steady. Try to relax. The shock ... it's not
fair ... she knows so much....

Study the room; think of something else. The ship; I'd like to see
Calvin's face again.... There's my face--in the mirror. It looks all
right.

Forential will be angry. I shouldn