 After seeing Dr. Cobb, what isn't something Giles thought about doing?
But with the Procyon shuttle arriving yesterday, there was no telling what might turn up. For eighty years now, they’d been sending out the little ships that vanished at greater than the speed of light, equipped with every conceivable device to make them return automatically after taking pictures of wherever they arrived. This was the first hope they’d found that the century-long trips between stars in the ponderous shuttles might be ended and he should have been filled with excitement at Jordan’s hasty preliminary report. GILES SNORTED and turned to the third frame, which showed a group picture of the family in some sort of vehicle, against the background of an alien but attractive world. He had no desire to spend ninety years cooped up with a bunch of callow young emigrants, even in one of the improved Exodus shuttles. The discovery that men could live practically forever had put an end to most family ties; sentiment wore thin in half a century—which wasn’t much time now, though it had once seemed long enough. Pre-setting a course may take centuries, if we can ever master it. Mr. Giles, we’ve got to have the big ship. Giles turned from the blank screen to stare out of the windows, while his hand came up to twist at the lock of hair over his forehead. Like an automaton, he bent forward, his other hand groping for the mirror that should be in one of the drawers. Dubbins was at his side almost at once, with a hand under his arm to guide him toward his suite.
 seeing another doctor for a second opinion
 volunteering to man the big ship  seeing another doctor for a second opinion  dating again  finding a new place to live