go with you
I'll find out soon enough, anyway."

Arkalion grinned. "You have guessed correctly. I am going to Nowhere,
before they return me to Earth for prosecution under Public Law 1182.
I cannot go alone, for it takes at least two to operate ... well,
you'll see."

"Count me in," said Temple.

"Remember, you may one day wish you had remained on Mars for your
training."

"I'll take my chances. Mars is driving me crazy. All I do is think of
Earth and Stephanie."

"Then come."

"Where are we going?"

"A long, long way off. It is unthinkably remote, this place called
Nowhere."

Temple felt suddenly like a kid playing hookey from school. "Lead on,"
he said, almost jauntily. He knew he was leaving Stephanie still
further behind, but had he been in prison on the next street to hers,
he might as well have been a million miles away.

As for Arkalion--the thought suddenly struck Temple--Arkalion wasn't
necessarily leaving his world further behind. Perhaps Arkalion was
going home....

* * * * *

Stephanie picked up the phone eagerly. In the weeks since her first
meeting with Mrs. Draper of the C.E.L., the older woman had been a
fountain of information and of hope for her. Stephanie for her part
had taken over Mrs. Draper's job in her own section of Center City:
she was busy contacting the two hundred mothers and fifty sweethearts
of the Nowhere Journey which had taken Kit from her. And now Mrs.
Draper had called with information.

"We've successfully combined forces with some of the less militant
elements in both houses of Congress," Mrs. Draper told her over the
phone. "Do you realize, my dear, this marks the first time the C.E.L.
has managed to put something constructive through Congress? Until now
we've been content merely to block legislation, such as an increase in
the Nowhere contingent from...."

"Yes, Mrs. Draper. I know all that. But what about this constructive
thing you've done."

"Well, my dear, don't count your chickens. But we _have_ passed the
bill, and we expect the President won't veto it. You see, the
President has two nephews who...."

"I know. I know. What bill did you pass?"

"Unfortunately, it's somewhat vague. Ultimately, the Nowhere
Commission must do the deciding, but it does pave the way."

"For what, Mrs. Draper?"

"Hold onto your hat, my dear. The bill authorizes the Nowhere Commission
to make as much of a study as it can of conditions--where