I leaned across so I could snarl in his face: "You!" Then, "Get this through your head, Foster. The only crime I'm guilty of is stupidity. I listened to your crazy story; because of you I'm in a mess I'll never get straightened out." I leaned back. "And then there's the question of old men that take a nap and wake up in their late teens; we'll go into that later, after I've had my nervous breakdown." "I'm sorry if I've been the cause of difficulty," Foster said. "I wish that I could recall the things you've spoken of. Is there anything I can do to assist you now?" "And you were the one who wanted help," I said. "There is one thing; let me have the money you've got on you; we'll need it." Foster got out his wallet—after I told him where it was—and handed it to me. I looked through it; there was nothing in it with a photo or fingerprints. When Foster said he had arranged matters so that he could disappear without a trace, he hadn't been kidding. "We'll go to Miami," I said. "I know a place in the Cuban section where we can lie low, cheap. Maybe if we wait a while, you'll start remembering things." "Yes," Foster said. "That would be pleasant." "You haven't forgotten how to talk, at least," I said. "I wonder what else you can do. Do you remember how you made all that money?" "I can remember nothing of your economic system," Foster said. He looked around. "This is a very primitive world, in many respects," he said. "It should not be difficult to amass wealth here." "I never had much luck at it," I said. "I haven't even been able to amass the price of a meal." "Food is exchanged for money?" Foster asked. "Everything is exchanged for money," I said. "Including most of the human virtues." "This is a strange world," Foster said. "It will take me a long while to become accustomed to it." "Yeah, me, too," I said. "Maybe things would be better on Mars." Foster nodded. "Perhaps," he said. "Perhaps we should go there." I groaned, then caught myself. "No, I'm not in pain," I said. "But don't take me so literally, Foster."