Larry sat. "You're a Permanent, aren't you?" he asked suddenly.
A shadow seemed to cross the man's face. "Yes," he said slowly. "Yes,
I'm a Permanent. Who are you?"
"I'm Changing," Larry said.
"Oh."
The Permanent studied him idly for a moment or two, then leaned back
and closed his eyes. "It's nice here," he said. "The sun's warm."