Ellen was everything Andy Pearce wanted in
a girl. Yet he could never let her know of his love,
for she was part of a world he was about to leave!
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Imagination Stories of Science and Fantasy
December 1950
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
The gravel road wound its way through quiet country fields cloaked in
the fresh green of early summer. Andy Pearce watched it with expectant
eyes and the odd feeling that it was winding up within him like twine,
making an ever-growing ball of tension.
It wouldn't be long now, he thought. He was excited--and not a little
afraid.
Abruptly Pearce leaned toward the windshield of the coupe. "That's the
place, Dave!" He pointed to a wall of trees that had just come into
view around a curve.
"At last!" Ellen Thorpe sighed, from her seat between the two men. "I
was beginning to think it would take all day to reach this wonderful
picnic spot of yours, Andy."
"It better be good," Dave Fuller growled. "After letting myself be
coaxed into this trip and driving all morning."
"Good?" Pearce was grinning, though his voice held no humor. "Dave,
I guarantee it's going to be better than anything you can possibly
imagine."