 What can the captives do?
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] If it only had a lease that could be broken— Roger Tennant, crossing the lawn, could see two of the three wings of the house, which radiated spoke-like from its heptagonal central portion. Dana was lying under a tree near the door, stretched out on a sort of deck chair with her eyes closed. Above it her comely face was sullen beneath its sleek cocoon of auburn hair. Their captors had no idea of how a woven design should behave. Within the dome of the barrier, it looked more like a well-kept if bizarre little country estate. They entered the house, which had no roof, continued to move beneath a sky that glowed with light which did not come from a sun or moon. The other two women were sitting in the heptagonal central hall. Eudalia, who had borne twin girls recently, was lying back, newly thin and dark of skin and hair, smoking a scentless cigarette. Eudalia had been a female foreman in a garment-cutting shop before being captured and brought through. Tennant wanted to put an encouraging hand on her shoulder, to say something that might cheer her up, for she was by far the youngest of the three female captives, barely nineteen. "But he doesn't have to—have them," objected Olga. "Let's get the meal ordered," said Dana and they were all silent, thinking of what they wanted to eat but would not enjoy when it came. It arrived before the meal, materializing against one of the seven walls of the roofless chamber. so go soak your head, be it gold, brown or red, in Any-tone Shampoo! Olga sat up straight, her pale blue eyes round with utter disbelief. Dana stood almost in the center of the room, carmine-tipped fingers clasped beneath the swell of her breasts. Somehow it brings things closer...." The food arrived then and they sat down at the round table to eat it. This was so with all of their foods, with their cigarettes, with everything in their prison—or their cage. Their captors were utterly without a human conception of smell, living, apparently, in a world without odor at all. We seem to be in a universe of different properties as well as different dimensions. "But I'll settle for the fourth—a fourth dimension in space, if that makes scientific sense, because we don't seem to have moved in time.
 create things they think about
 control their ability to have children  escape back to their homes when they desire  fight the alien commands  create things they think about