He called the others" names; he called his own, and had nothing but silence.

"You can"t take them away," he muttered to himself, to G.o.d, to whatever ran this place, and bowed his head on the console. Finally, which he had never yet done, he truly mourned his dead and sobbed hysterically.

Even that wore thin. There was only so much grief, so much anger, not even so much as when he and Jillan were orphaned. Then there had been guilt-a child"s kind of guilt-Maybe if I"d been good they"d be alive- It"s my fault. I should have loved them more-^ There was no guilt here. Not with Jillan and Paul. He sat there with the last of the tears still cold on his face and judged that whatever mistakes they had made, they were paying for all of it together; Jillan and Paul"s being dead was not final but drawn-out, shared, a life-in-death which still could make jokes about its state, shed tears for itself, know fears for the future. The same thing waited for him, he reckoned, when whatever-it-was got around to his case.

It"s going to do that soon; they don"t want to watch what happens to me.

Or maybe they"re just gone. Turned off, of no more use.

No pain that way, at least.

And at last, all but sobbing in self-pity, he thought: But Rafe"s afraid to die.

He shuddered away from that entanglement and wiped his face with both his hands until the tears went down.

He thought of taking another long, long walk. His bruises had gone to livid green by now. He was stronger. He might take food, fill his pockets with it, use a plastic bag for a canteen--just walk, walk until he ran out of everything and those in charge had to do something about him, either meet him face to face or let him die.

But: Come to the ship, he had told his doppel-ganger. Perhaps their time sense was different. Maybe for them it was only a little while. If he left they might come and he would never know.

He flung himself down against the wall where he often sat and just stared at Lindy"s remains, not looking down the corridors which led into the dark.

"Rafe," his own voice said.

He started half to his feet, braced against the wall, levered himself the rest of the way up. "Where have you been?" It came out harsh. He had not meant that. He was all but shaking, facing his naked self, which stood over against the dark of the corridor. "Did you find them?"

"Were you worried?"

"Was I worried? Don"t joke with me, man. I"m not laughing. Where are they?"

The doppelganger pointed, vaguely up and off beyond the walls. "There."

"They won"t come?"

"Paul"s not coping well with this."

He let go his breath, found his hands shaking, walked over to the console and sat down, firmly, in a place he knew. "Not coping well."

"Not at all."

"Jillan?"

"Better. She"s all right."

"She"s with him."

The doppelganger shook his head. "No. She"s not."

"Cut the riddles. Where"s Jillan?"

"You"re upset."

"G.o.d, what"s wrong-wrong with you?"

"Nothing"s wrong."

"I know what it"s like-talking to myself; I do know; and you don"t follow my lead, not half right" He put himself on his feet, leaning on Lindy"s board. "What are you?"

The doppelganger winked out.

"What are you?" Rafe screamed after it. He hit the useless board. "Jil-lan!"

And he sat down again, fell into his seat, trembling from head to foot.

"Clever," said the doppelganger voice, off to his side.

He spun the chair, faced it where he sat. It stood over by the EVApod, dimmer, for the light was brighter there.

"You," he said to it, gathering up his mind, "you"re the one I"ve been wanting to get in reach. Why don"t you come in here in person?"

"You want to kill me."

"Maybe." He sucked in a copper-edged breath and stood up. "Where"s my sister? Where"s Paul?"

"The physical ent.i.ties? Dead. I tried to hold them. They died."

"Dead. And their copies" He did not want to admit how much it meant, but his knees were weak. He held onto the counter. "Do they still exist?"

"Oh, yes."

"Bring them here."

"I"ll let them loose again. Soon. I came to talk with you."

"Why?" he asked, staring at the mirrored face before the blank visage of the EVApod. "To say what? What shape is Rafe going to be in? Do I get my own doppelganger back?"

"Yes. He"s safe. Is that a concern to you?"

He did not answer. It already knew weaknesses enough in him; it wore his doppelganger like a skin. He straightened his back and moved back to the console, turned around again. "Why not your own shape?"

"It would distress you."

"You think this doesn"t?"

"A question of degree."

"You"re not very like us."

"No. I"m not." "You"re fluent."

The image blinked. "It did take time."

"How did you do it? How did you learn?"

"It would distress you. Say that I know you pretty well. From inside. I have a lot of your character right now."

"And my memories?"

"That too."

Rafe sank again into the chair, wiped a hand across his mouth to still the tic that plagued him. "And the way I think about things. I don"t suppose you"ve got that too."

"There is a great deal of congruency at present. I"ve walled off some of myself; that"s the nearest a.n.a.logue. I"m larger. Smarter. Far more educated."

"Modest too."

The doppelganger grinned.

"G.o.d," Rafe said, "a sense of humor." It sent a chill up his back, lent him other thoughts. "You can feel anything I"d feel. Do you?"

"Everything."

"Like-loving them. Like that."

"I do."

He sat silent a moment, trying not to shiver.

"While I"m you," it said. "In my full mind there are other considerations, I a.s.sure you. But within this configuration, I do love them. I understand perfectly what you mean."

"You hurt us. Do you know that?"

"You can a.s.sume I remember. You don"t have to ask. You"re concerned about your safety, about the others. Let me destroy your illusions"

"Don"t. Please. Don"t."

"Not those." The mouth twisted in a smile that left no residue of humor. "Not physically. . . ."

had made a move. In the rest of <>"s mind, extended elsewhere in the ship, <> was well aware of this. gained access to apparatus could not otherwise have touched, and grew suddenly knowledgeable. It was the file on the intruders had gotten. gained sudden capability.

"Help," (#) cried, rushing through the ship. "Help, help!"

"I told you so," said .

". . . but I won"t tell you any more than you really have to know, if you"d rather not. I do mean to take you back."

"Where?"

"To the star where I found you."

"Is this a game?" Rafe"s heart was beating hard. "Why? Why do that?"

"A capsule with a beacon. They"ll pick you up, so this mind believes."

"Why go to the trouble?"

"Why not? Harm to me? I don"t think they could."

"You"re lying."

There was long silence. "I understand your caution. Believe me. I do understand."

"More humor."

The mouth-his own-quirked up in a touch of mirth. "It doesn"t depend on your belief anyway."

"You mean you"ll do what you like."

"Aaaaiimiiiii!" The sound began from far away; it roared closer and closer, speakers coming alive right overhead and fading away again, lightning-fast, blinding pain that hit and left: Rafe leaped up, trembling in its wake.

"Is that for effect?"

"That one"s mad," the doppelganger said. "And a little upset right now. Don"t let it trouble you."

"Sure. Sure I won"t. Cheap trick, hear? Like all the rest. Real cheap."

"I"ll leave now. Something wants my attention. A minor thing. But I"ll put in somewhere soon at a human port and drop you off. Don"t worry for the jump drugs. I don"t know the composition of what you take. You don"t. But I can make you sleep; that should be enough."

"Why does it matter? You"ve killed two people, d.a.m.n you! Why does it matter now?"

"Because it"s easy," the doppelganger said, and faded out altogether.

"Why?" he yelled after it until his voice cracked. He fell down into the chair, being alone again, in the silence. "Rafe?" he said aloud, querulously, hoping for the old one, the friendly one. "Jillan?" And last and with least hope: "Paul?"

No one answered. No one came. He was scared finally, finally terrified for himself, sitting and staring at nothing at all.

Going home, he thought. With human beings. Living ones. He did not believe it. He did not believe it loved. He did not believe it told the truth at all, or that it cared.

But there remained the possibility.

There remained the greater likelihood it had other motives. And it wore a human shape and used a human mind.

"Paul," said, having penetrated the barriers <> had imposed about the stranger, having, momentarily, seized control of that territory. "Paul."

And took the Rafe-image on self.

"You"re awake," Paul said. "You"re awake."