 What will probably happen next?
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Galaxy Science Fiction December 1950. 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. That on the right was sundeck solar-house living-machine modern, something like a montage of shoeboxes. Dana was lying under a tree near the door, stretched out on a sort of deck chair with her eyes closed. Their captors had no idea of how a woven design should behave. Maybe we're all dead and this is Hell." "I don't even want to think about him," said Tennant. 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. 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. "But he doesn't have to—have them," objected Olga. In fact, Tennant thought, only her laughter was unpleasant, a shrill, uncontrolled burst of staccato sound that jarred him to his heels. 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! A disc jockey's buoyant tones cut in quickly as the final ooooo faded. Dana stood almost in the center of the room, carmine-tipped fingers clasped beneath the swell of her breasts. Somehow it brings things closer...." 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. "He didn't ask to come here any more than we did. 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.
 Roger will probably take Cass back with him
 Roger will find a way to escape  Roger will probably take Cass back with him  Roger will go back empty handed  Roger will bring his wife back with him