 Which would Alis be least likely to say?
Printed in U.S.A. THE CITY THAT RAN OFF THE MAP Radio messages stated simply that Superior had seceded from Earth. He backed up two hundred feet, set out flares, then sped off to a telephone. Communicating by radiophone across the vast pit, they confirmed that the town undoubtedly was missing. The Pentagon and the Atomic Energy Commission denied that they had been conducting secret experiments. The object loomed out of a cloudbank at twelve thousand feet and Studley changed course to avoid it. One other radio message came from Superior, now airborne, on that first day. But it was likely that all she noticed then was the brief case he carried, attached by a chain to a handcuff on his left wrist. The handcuff it was attached to was one reason why his interest in the redhead had been only passing. Some sort of barricade had been put up across the tracks and it was covered with every imaginable kind of warning device. There were red lanterns, both battery and electric; flashlights; road flares; and even an old red shirt. True, everything seemed to stop, and they could see stars shining low on the horizon where stars could not properly be expected to be seen. Nevertheless, Don could see that it apparently was a neat, sharp edge, not one of your old ragged, random edges such as might have been caused by an explosion. He didn't have to stand on tiptoe any more than he had to sit on the edge of his seat during the exciting part of a movie, but the situation seemed to call for it.
 "I know how to get us back down."
 "I'd love to leave Superior."  "Most people in Superior are a little different."  "I know how to get us back down."  "Don, I'd love to get to know you better."