The screen went blank.
Doak snapped the video switch to _on_ and dialed Lateral-American. A
brunette with vivid blue eyes came into view.
"A priority to Dubbinville, Wisconsin, first trip possible," Doak said
and gave her Security's code number.
"Dubbinville?" she said and frowned. She consulted a station box out
of his view and looked up again. "You'll have to take surface
transportation from Milwaukee. It's only about twenty miles from there
in Waukesha County."
"Good enough. And when's the first to Milwaukee?"
"At nineteen hundred, ramp eighty-seven. Kindly pick up your ticket at
Booth sixty-two." The screen went blank.
The ticket wasn't really though the name had persisted. The 'ticket'
was a coin. Doak looked in his refrigerator and there was nothing
worthwhile in there. He'd eat at the airport.
He looked at the phone and decided against it. He went into the
bedroom and threw some shirts and socks and a pair of clean pajamas
into his durapelt bag.
Dubbinville--and June out looking around. What a lousy deal!