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Chaney stopped by the post office to mail a postcard to an old friend at the Indiana Corporation； and found the cost had climbed to ten cents。 （He also made a mental note not to tell Katrina。 She would probably claim he had fouled up the future。）
A grocery store window was entirely plastered over with enormous posters proclaiming deep price cuts on every item： ten thousand and one cut…rate bargains from wall to wall。 Being a curious futurist； he walked in to inspect the bargains。 Apples were selling at two for a quarter； bread at forty…five cents a pound loaf； milk at ninety…nine cents a half gallon； eggs at one dollar a dozen； ground beef at a dollar and twenty…nine cents a pound。 The beef was well larded with fat。 He bent over the meat counter to check the price of his favorite steak and discovered it was two dollars and forty…nine cents a pound。 On an impulse； he paid ninety cents for an eight…ounce box of something called Moon Capsules and found them to be vitamin…enriched candies in three flavors。 The advertising copy on the back panel claimed that NASA fed the capsules to the astronauts living on the moon； for extra jump…jump…jumping power。
The store boasted an innovation that was new to him。
A customers' lounge was fitted out with soft chairs and a large television； and Chaney dropped into a chair to look at the colored glass eye； curious about the programming。 He was quickly disappointed。 The television offered him nothing but an endless series of mercials featuring the products available in the store； there was no entertainment to break their monotony。 He timed the series： twenty…two mercials in forty…four minutes； before an endless tape began repeating itself。
Only one made a lasting impression。
A splendidly beautiful girl with glowing golden skin was stretched out nude on a pink…white cloud； a sensuous cloud of smoke or wisp formed and changed and reformed itself to caress her saffron body with loving tongues of vapor。 The girl was smoking a golden cigarette。 She lay in dreamy indolence； eyes closed； her thighs sometimes moving with euphoric languor in response to a kiss of cloud。 There was no spoken message。 At spaced intervals during the two minutes； five words were flashed across the screen beneath the nude： Go aloft with Golden Marijane。
Chaney decided the girl's breasts were rather small and flat for his tastes。
He quit the store and returned to his car； finding an overtime parking ticket fastened to the windshield。 The fine was two dollars； if paid that same day。 Chaney scribbled a note on a page torn from his notebook and put it inside the envelope in lieu of two dollars； the ticket was then dropped into a receptacle fastened to a nearby meter post。 He thought the local police would appreciate his thought。
That done； he wheeled out of the lot and retraced his route toward the distant station。 The sunset curfew was yet some hours away but he was done with Joliet… nearly done with 1980。 It seemed much colder and inhospitable than the temperature would suggest。
A state patrol car parked on the outskirts watched him out of town。
The gatehouse was lighted on the inside and occupied by an officer and two military policemen； they were not the same men who had checked him out earlier in the day but the routine was the same。
〃Are you ing on station； sir？〃
Chaney looked across the hood of his car at the gate just beyond the bumper。 〃Yes； I thought I would。〃
〃May I see your pass and identification？〃
Chaney gave up the necessary papers。 The officer read them twice and studied the photograph affixed to one； then raised his eyes to pare the photograph to the face。
〃You have been visiting in Joliet？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃But not Chicago？〃
〃No。〃
〃Did you acquire weapons while you were off…station？〃
〃No。〃
〃Very well； sir。〃 He waved to the guard and the gate was opened for him。 〃Please drive through。〃
Brian Chaney drove through and steered the car to the parking lot behind the laboratory building。 The other two automobiles were absent； as was the shiny quarter marker。
He unloaded the paraphernalia from his pockets and from under his coat； only to realize with dismay that he hadn't taken a single photograph： not one fuzzy picture of a scowling policeman or an industrious sidewalk sweeper。 That omission was apt to be received with something less than enthusiasm。 Chaney fitted a tape cartridge into the recorder and flipped open his notebook； he thought he could easily fill two or three tapes with an oral report for Katrina and Gilbert Seabrooke。 His personal shorthand was brief to the extreme… and unreadable by anyone else…but long experience in the tank enabled him to flesh out a report that was a reasonable summary of the merce and Agriculture yearbooks。 Facts were freely interspersed with opinions； and figures with educated guesses； until the whole resembled a statistical and footnoted survey of that which Seabrooke wanted： a solid glimpse forward。
On the last tape he repeated all that he remembered from the pages of the Congressional Record； and after a pause asked Katrina if she knew what General Grinnell was doing now？ The old boy got around a lot。
Chaney left the gear on the seat and got out of the car to stretch his legs。 He looked at the western sky to measure the ing of darkness； and guessed that he had an hour or two before sunset。 His watch read 6：38 but it was two hours faster than the clock in the basement； the engineering limit of fifty hours was far away。
The inquisitive futurist decided on a tour。
Walking with an easy stride he followed the familiar route to the barracks but was surprised to find it dark… padlocked。 That gave him pause。 The building deserted？ Was he gone from this place？ Moresby； Saltus； himself； gone from the station？
This day； this hour； this now was two years after the successful tests of the TDV； two years after the animals had stopped riding into time and men had taken their places； this was two years after the launching of the field trials and the scheduled launch of the Chicago survey。 All that work was over and done…mission pleted。 Wasn't it then reasonable to assume the team was disbanded and returned to their own corners of the world？ Moresby； Saltus； himself； now working elsewhere？ （Perhaps he should have sent that postcard to himself at Indic。）
Neither Gilbert Seabrooke nor Katrina had ever dropped a hint of future plans for the team； he had assumed they would be disbanded when the Chicago probe was concluded and he hadn't considered staying on。 He couldn't imagine himself wanting to stay on。 Well…with one reservation； of course。 He would entertain the idea of a probe into the opposite direction： it would be sheer delight to poke and peer and pry into old Palestine before the arrival of the Roman Tenth Legion…well before their arrival。
He found himself on E Street。
The recreation area appeared not to have changed at all。 The post theater wasn't yet opened； its parking lot was empty。 The officers' club was already brightly lit and filled with music； but the second club nearby for enlisted men was dark and silent。 The pool area was closed for the winter and its gate secured by a lock。 Chaney peered through the fencing but saw nothing more than a deserted patio and a canvas covering stretched over the pool。 The chairs and benches together with the tables and umbrellas had been stored away； leaving nothing but memories clashing with a cold November evening。
He turned away from the fence to begin an aimless wandering about the station。 It seemed normal in every respect。 Automobiles passed him； most of them going to the missary； he was the only man on foot。 The sound of an aircraft brought his head up； his eyes searching the sky。 The plane was not visible…he supposed it was above the thickening cloud cover…but he could follow its passage by the sound； the craft was flying an air corridor between Chicago and St。 Louis； a corridor which paralleled the railroad tracks below。 In a few minutes it was gone。 A drop of moisture struck his upturned face； and then another； the first few flakes of promised snow。 The smell of snow had been in the air since morning。
Chaney turned about to retrace his steps。
Three automobiles waited side by side in the parking lot behind the lab。 His panions were back； neither of them languishing in a Joliet jail…but he suspected it would be terribly easy to get into jail。 Chaney lifted the hood of the nearest car and laid his hand on the motor block。 He almost burned the skin from his palm。 The hood was snapped shut； and he gathered up the gear from the seat of his own car。
The twin keys were fitted into the locks of the operations door and turned。 A bell rang somewhere below as the door eased open。
〃Saltus！ Hello； down there…Saltus！〃
The hurtful sound hit him with near physical impact。 The sound was something like a massive rubber band snapped against his eardrums； something like a hammer smashing into a block of pressed air。 It struck and rebounded with a tremulous sigh。 The vehicle kicked back following its time path to home base。 The sound hurt。
Chaney jumped through the door and pulled it shut behind him。
〃Saltus？〃
A sandy…haired muscular figure stepped through the open doorway of the fallout shelter below。
〃Where the hell have you been； civilian？〃
Chaney went down the steps two or three at a time。 Arthur Saltus waited at the bottom with a handful of film。
〃Out there…out there；〃 Chaney retorted。 〃Knocking around this forsaken place； staring through the fences； sniffing at the cracks and peeping in windows。 I couldn't find a spoor。 I think we're gope from here； mander…dismissed and departed； the barracks padlocked。 I hope we get a decent bonus。〃
〃Civilian； have you been drinking？〃
〃No…but I could use one。 What's in the stores？〃
〃You've been drinking；〃 Saltus said flatly。 〃So what happened to you？ We looked all over town。〃
〃You didn't look in the library。〃
〃Oh； hell！ You would； and we didn't。 Research stuff。 What did you think of 1980； mister？〃
〃I don't like it； and I'll be liking it even less when I'm living in it。 That milquetoast was re…elected and the country is going to hell in a handbasket。 A forty eight state sweep！ Did you see the election results？〃
〃I saw them； and by this time William has passed the news to Seabrooke and Seabrooke is calling the President。 He'll celebrate tonight。 But I'm not going to vote for him； mister…I know I didn't vote for him。 And if I'm living Stateside then…now…I'm going to choose one of those three states that voted for the other fellow； old What's…his…name； the actor fellow。〃
〃Alaska； Hawaii； and Utah。〃
〃What's Utah like？〃
〃Dry； lonely； and glowing with radioactivity。〃
〃Make it Hawail。 Will you go back to Florida？〃
Chaney shook his head。 〃I'll feel safer in Alaska。〃
Quickly： 〃You didn't get into trouble？〃
〃No； not at all； I walked softly and carried a sweet smile on my face。 I was polite to a mousy librarian。 I didn't sass the cops or buy any pork in a grocery store。〃 He laughed at a memory。 〃But someone will have to explain a parking ticket when they trace the license number back to this station。〃
Saltus looked his question。
Chaney said： 〃I got a ticket for overtime parking。 It was an envelope affair； I was supposed to put two dollars in the envelope and drop it in a collection box。 I didn't。 mander； I struck a blow for liberty。 I wrote a note。〃
Saltus eyed him。 〃What was in the note？〃
〃We shall overe。〃
Saltus tried to stifle startled laughter； but failed。 After a space he said： 〃Seabrooke will fire you； mister！〃
〃He won't have the chance。 I expect to be far away when 1980 es。 Did you read the papers？〃
〃Papers！ We bought all the papers！ William grabbed up every new one he could find…and then read his horoscope first。 He was down in the mouth； he said the signs were bad…negative。〃 Saltus turned and waved toward newspapers spread out on the workbench。 〃I was photographing those when you came in。 I'd rather copy them than read them onto a tape； I can blow the negs up to life size when we get back…larger than life； if they want them th