 Why is Doc insistent about an order when the narrator returns from eating?
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] I admit it: I didn't know if I was coming or going—but I know that if I stuck to the old man, I was a comer ... even if he was a goner! Doc had this solemn human by the throat when I caught up with him. The golden Moon and the silver ship, symbols of greed. "Sure," the man agreed severely, prying a little worriedly at Doc's arthritic fingers that were clamped on his collar. "No argument. I came alongside and carefully started to lever the old man loose, one finger at a time. If a half dozen winos in Seattle hadn't helped me get them loose, Doc and I would have been wanted for the murder of a North American Mountie. Doc's thin frame, layered with lumpy fat, was beginning to muscle-dance against my side. "I hope you'll forgive him, sir," I said, not meeting the man's eyes. "'Memory Jump,' you mean. All my great-grandfathers have it. I told the human no, thanks, and walked Doc toward the flophouse three doors down. Doc was liable to say something that might nova Sol, for all I knew. I was going to have one of mine at the same time Doc was having his. It had happened a few times right after I first found him, but now it was worse. I tried not to think about it and helped Doc through the fly-specked flophouse doors. The tubercular clerk looked up from the gaudy comics sections of one of those little tabloids that have the funnies a week in advance. Doc was quivering against me, his legs boneless. The clerk's hand fell on the coin and slid it off into the unknown before I could move, what with holding up Doc. "Had a quarter all along and yet you Martian me down to twenty cents." "You don't have any nickel. You don't have any quarter, not if I say so. He didn't scare me, but Doc was beginning to mumble and that did scare me. I laid Doc out on the gray-brown cot and put his forearm over his face to shield it some from the glare of the light bulb. My shaggy scalp still smarted from the alcohol I had stolen from a convertible's gas tank to get rid of Doc's and my cooties. It stopped hurting, but I knew it would begin if I moved.
 The slip of paper the lady had given the narrator was an order for Doc to fulfill
 The narrator didn't get Doc's food order before he left, and he doesn't like burgers  The narrator didn't get Doc's food order before he left, and he doesn't like burgers  There was no order to anything in the room and Doc was getting stressed out, needing structure  The slip of paper the lady had given the narrator was an order for Doc to fulfill