There they are. As they were when he last saw them. Sleeping in the peace of the hibernation fluid.
Has he imagined...?
No. Someone locked the hibernation room before. Someone locked it again. There is at least one other person aboard. Probably the person posing as John.
He knew there was something odd about him.
An alien aboard.
It is the only explanation.
He realises that he does not remember seeing any of the people together. Doubtless the creature can change shape.
He shudders.
He couldn't have imagined the creature because the Proditol cleared his delusions, at least for a while.
He stares round the hibernation room and he sees the Purdy pistol hanging on the wall. It is odd that it should be here. But providential. He goes to the wall and removes the pistol. It is low on ammunition, but there is some.
He leaves the hibernation room and returns to main control.
Hastily he reports on the occupants of the containers.
Then he goes to look for the alien.
Just as he has on his routine inspections, he paces the ship, gun in hand. He checks every cabin, every cabinet, every room.
He finds no one.
He sits down at the desk below the blank TV screen in the main control room and he frowns.
He realises that he has no idea of the characteristics the alien may possess. He could live outside the ship in some ship of his own— attached like a barnacle, perhaps covering the airlock of the Hope Dempsey.
The big TV screen above his head is used for scanning the hull.
Now he puts it into operation. It scans every inch of the hull.
Nothing.
Ryan realises he has eaten virtually nothing for two weeks. That explains his weakness. The creature, he remembers now, never brought him food. He only brought him drugs—and tried, in the shape of his wife Josephine, to administer more. Perhaps it was not Proditol at all...
Ryan clutches the back of his neck, massaging it. He holds the gun firmly in his other hand.
There is a polite cough from behind him.
He wheels.
Fred Masterson stands there—or a creature that has assumed the shape of Fred Masterson.
Ryan covers it with his gun, but he does not shoot at once.
'Ryan,' says Fred Masterson. 'You're the only one I can trust.
It's Tracy.'
Ryan hears himself saying. 'What about Tracy?'
'I've killed her. I didn't mean to. We were having an argument and—I must have stabbed her. She's dead. She was having an affair with James Henry.'
'What do you intend to do, Fred?'
'I've already done it. But I need your help as commander. I can't hide it from you. I put her in her container. You could say you suggested it. You could tell everybody she needed rest so you suggested she hibernate a little earlier than scheduled.'
Ryan screams at him. 'You're lying! You're lying! What do you know about that?'
'Please help me,' says Masterson. 'Please.'
Ryan fires the pistol, careful not to waste ammunition.
'Masterson' falls.
Ryan smiles. His headache blinds him for a moment. He rubs his eyes.
He goes to see if 'Masterson' is dead.
'Masterson' has vanished. The alien cannot be killed.
Again Ryan feels sick. He feels defeated. He feels impotent.
His headache is worse.
He looks up.
The dancers are there. The group is there. The old woman is there.
Ryan screams and runs out of the control room, down the passage, into his cabin. He seals the cabin door.
He collapses on his bunk.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Sitting in the sealed cabin, Ryan tries to think things out.
There is no alien aboard. I am merely hallucinating. That is the most obvious explanation.
But it does not explain everything.
It does not explain why the door to the hibernation room was locked.
It does not explain why the Proditol did not work.
He blinks. Of course. I had no Proditol. I merely deceived myself into believing I had had it. That was why I invented John's sudden awakening.
And I suppose I could have switched on the emergency locks without realising it.
The strain was too much for me. Some mechanism in my own brain tried to stop me working so hard. It invented the 'help' so that I could relax for a couple of weeks, not worry about running the ship.
Ryan grins with relief. The explanation fits.
And thus I felt guilty about the personnel in the containers.
Because I had 'abandoned' them. My talk of their betrayal of me was really my belief that I had betrayed them...
Ryan looks down at the gun still clutched in his hand.
He shudders and throws it to the floor.
Uncle Sidney stands near the door.
'You're doing fine, aren't you?' he says.
'Go away, Uncle Sidney. You are an illusion. You are all illusions. Your place is in your container. I'll wake you up when we reach the new planet.' Ryan leans back in his bunk. 'Go on.
Off you go.'
'You're a fool,' Uncle Sidney says. 'You've been deceiving yourself all along. Well before you got into this predicament. You were as paranoid as anyone else on Earth. You were just better at rationalising your paranoia, that's all. You don't deserve to have escaped. None of us deserves it. You're clever. But you're all alone now.'
'It's better than having you lot around all the time,' Ryan grins.
'Go on. Get out.'
'It's true,' says Josephine Ryan. 'Uncle Sidney's right. We were humouring you towards the end, you know. It didn't seem to make much difference to me and the boys whether we went up in an H-bomb attack or up in a spaceship. In a way I think I'd have preferred the H-bomb. I wouldn't have had to listen to your selfrighteous pronouncements day in and day out until you...'
'Until I what?'
'Until...'
'Go on. Say it!' Ryan laughs in her face. 'Go on, Jo—say it!'
'Until I went into hibernation.'
'Bloody shrinking violet!' Ryan sneers at her. 'If I'd have had a stronger woman...'
'You needed one,' she says. 'I'll admit that.'
'Shut up.'
'You got rid of the strong one, didn't you?' says Fred Masterson.
'Did her in, eh?'
'Shut up!'
'Just like you did James Henry in,' says Janet Ryan, 'after you helped Fred cover up Tracy's death. Shot him in the control room with that gun, didn't you?'
'Shut up!'
'You got worse and worse,' says John Ryan. We tried to help you. We put you under sedation. We humoured you. But you had to do it, didn't you?'
'Do what? Tell me?'
'Put me in hibernation,' says John Ryan.
Ryan laughs. 'You, too?'
Ida and Felicity Henry laugh harshly. Ida's hands are folded over her swollen abdomen. 'You lost all your friends, didn't you, Ryan?' says Felicity. 'You sold yourself the alien story, didn't you, in the end? After being so scornful about it, you swallowed it when you could least afford to.'
'Shut up. You'll go, too.'
'You've got us all in hibernation,' says James Henry. 'But we can still talk to you. We'll be able to talk to you again, when we wake up.'
Ryan laughs.
'What are you laughing about, dad?' says Alexander Ryan.
'Let us in on it, dad. Go on!' says Rupert Ryan.
Ryan stops laughing. He clears his throat.
'Out you go, boys,' he says. 'You don't want to be involved in this.'
'But we are involved,' says Alex. 'It's not our fault our dad's a silly old fart.'
'She turned you against me,' says Ryan.
'Anyone can see you're a silly old fart, dad,' Rupert says reasonably.
'I did my best for you,' Ryan says. 'I gave you everything.'
'Everything?' says Josephine. She sniffs.
Things will be different on the new planet. I'll have time for you and the boys.' He tone is placatory. 'I had so much work to do. So many plans to make. I had to be so careful.'