Tough, wasn't it, getting separated in the fog and tide like that? If only we didn't have to use boats.... But, say, how are we going to get away from here?" "I wouldn't know," Roddie said, closing his fingers on the hammer, and rising. "How did you get in?" "Followed your footprints. It was sundown and I saw human tracks in the dust and they led me here. Where were you?" "Scouting around," Roddie said vaguely. "How did you know I was a man when I came back?" "Because you couldn't see me, silly! You know perfectly well these androids are heat-sensitive and can locate us in the dark!" Indeed he did know! Many times he'd felt ashamed that Molly could find him whenever she wanted to, even here in the manhole. But perhaps the manhole would help him now to redeem himself.... "I'd like to get a look at you," he said. The girl laughed self-consciously. "It's getting gray out. You'll see me soon enough." But she'd see him, Roddie realized. He had to talk fast. "What'll we do when it's light?" he asked. "Well, I guess the boats have gone," Ida said. "You could swim the Gate, I guess—you seem tall and strong enough. But I couldn't. You'll think it's crazy, but I've given this some thought, and even looked it over from the other side. I expect to try the Golden Gate Bridge!" Now he was getting somewhere! The bridge was ruined, impassable. Even her own people had crossed the Strait by other means. But if there were a way over the bridge.... "It's broken," he said. "How in the world can we cross it?" "Oh, you'll find out, if you take me up there. I—I don't want to be alone, Roddie. Will you go with me? Now?" Well, she could be made to point out the route before he killed her—if nothing happened when she saw him. Uneasy, Roddie hefted the hammer in his hand. A giggle broke the pause. "It's nice of you to wait and let me go first up the ladder," the girl said. "But where the heck is the rusty old thing?" "I'll go first," said Roddie. He might need the advantage. "The ladder's right behind me."