Night was a diamond studded dream from where they sat. The moon was a maiden on wing suggesting amorous flight. Inside the stuffiness of the celluloid-like vehicle there was absolutely no hint of discomfort or absurd misfittings—despite the fact that Threlkeld and his daughter were now shaped out of all proportions to the conveyor itself. "You seem unusually drawn," Threlkeld suggested from his prone position on the floor of the craft. Gelerie took a deep, sensual sigh. "It is the pill, I am sur