First a mild neurosis about it, then a full-fledged psychosis. Then threatened insanity.
What would you do as a psychiatrist if faced with such a problem?”
Hinkston thought
“Well, I think I’d rearrange the civilization on Mars so it resembled Earth more and more each day.
If there was any way of reproducing every plant, every road, and every lake, and even an ocean, I’d do so.
Then by some vast crowd hypnosis I’d convince everyone in a town this size that this really was Earth, not Mars at all.”
“Good enough, Hinkston.
I think we’re on the right track now.
That woman in that house back there just thinks she’s living on Earth.
It protects her sanity.
She and all the others in this town are the patients of the greatest experiment in migration and hypnosis you will ever lay eyes on in your life.”
“That’s it, sir!” cried Lustig.
“Right!” said Hinkston.
“Well.”
The captain sighed.
“Now we’ve got somewhere. I feel better.
It’s all a bit more logical.
That talk about time and going back and forth and traveling through time turns my stomach upside down.
But this way — ” The captain smiled.
“Well, well, it looks as if we’ll be fairly popular here.”
“Or will we?” said Lustig.
“After all, like the Pilgrims, these people came here to escape Earth.
Maybe they won’t be too happy to see us.
Maybe they’ll try to drive us out or kill us.”
“We have superior weapons.
This next house now. Up we go.”
But they had hardly crossed the lawn when Lustig stopped and looked off across the town, down the quiet, dreaming afternoon street.
“Sir,” he said.
“What is it, Lustig?”
“Oh, sir, sir, what I see — ” said Lustig, and he began to cry.
His fingers came up, twisting and shaking, and his face was all wonder and joy and incredulity.
He sounded as if at any moment he might go quite insane with happiness.
He looked down the street and began to run, stumbling awkwardly, falling, picking himself up, and running on.
“Look, look!”
“Don’t let him get away!”
The captain broke into a run.
Now Lustig was running swiftly, shouting.
He turned into a yard halfway down the shady street and leaped up upon the porch of a large green house with an iron rooster on the roof.
He was beating at the door, hollering and crying, when Hinkston and the captain ran up behind him.
They were all gasping and wheezing, exhausted from their run in the thin air.
“Grandma! Grandpa!” cried Lustig.
Two old people stood in the doorway.
“David!” their voices piped, and they rushed out to embrace and pat him on the back and move around him.
“David, oh, David, it’s been so many years!
How you’ve grown, boy; how big you are, boy.
Oh, David boy, how are you?”
“Grandma, Grandpa!” sobbed David Lustig.
“You look fine, fine!”
He held them, turned them, kissed them, hugged them, cried on them, held them out again, blinking at the little old people.
The sun was in the sky, the wind blew, the grass was green, the screen door stood wide.