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gentle force seemed to draw my body against the
    tube differently. I was vaguely aware that now the ceiling and floor seemed as
    they should be. I saw, not fully conscious of it, the man leave the room.
    I looked out through the plastic. I pressed my hands against the heavy, curved,
    transparent walls of my small prison.
    The proud Elinor Brinton had not escaped.
    She was a prisoner.
    I fell unconscious.
    5       Three Moons
    (pg. 35) It is difficult for me to conjecture what happened.
    I did not know how long I was unconscious.
    I know only that I awakened, stunned, bewildered, lying on my stomach, head
    turned to the side, on grass. My fingers tore down at the roots. I wanted to
    scream. But I did not move. The events of the August afternoon and night flashed
    through my memory. I shut my eyes. I must go back to sleep. I must awaken again,
    between the white satin sheets in my penthouse. But the pressing of fresh grass
    against my cheek told me I was no longer in the penthouse, in surroundings with
    which I was familiar.
    I got up to my hands and knees.
    I squinted toward the sun. Somehow it seemed not the same to me. I moved my
    hand. I pressed my foot against the earth.
    I threw up with horror.
    I knew I was no longer on my world, on the world I knew. It was another world, a
    different world, one I did not know, one strange to me.
    And yet the air seemed beautifully clear and clean. I could not remember such
    air. The grass was wet with dew, and rich and green. I was in a field of some
    sort, but there were trees, tall and dark, in the distance. A small yellow
    flower grew near me. I looked at it, puzzled. I had never seen such a flower
    before. In the distance, away from the forest, I could see a yellowish thicket,
    it, too, of trees, but not green, but bright and yellow. I heard a brook nearby.
    I was afraid.
    (pg. 36) I cried out as I saw a bird, tiny and purple, flash past overhead.
    In the distance, near the yellowish thicket, I saw a small, yellowish animal
    moving, delicately. It was far off and I could not see it well. I thought it
    might be a deer or gazelle. It disappeared into the thicket.
    I looked about myself.
    Some hundred yards or so from me I saw a mass of torn metal, a ruptured
    structure of black steel, half buried in the grass.
    It was the ship.
    I noted that I no longer wore the anklet on my left ankle. It had been removed.
    I still wore the clothing in which I had been captured, the tan slacks, the
    black, bare-midriff blouse. My sandals I had lost in the woods on Earth, while
    fleeing from the ship.
    I felt like running from the ship, as far as I might. But there seemed to be no
    sign of life about it.
    I was terribly hungry.
    I crawled in the direction of the brook, and, lying on my stomach before it,
    scooped water into my mouth.
    What I thought was a petaled flower underneath the swift, cold surface of the
    brook suddenly broke apart, becoming a school of tiny yellow fish.
    I was startled.
    I slaked my thirst.
    I wanted to run from the ship. Somewhere there might be the men.
    But the ship seemed still. I saw some small birds flying about it.
    There might be food on the ship.
    Slowly, frightened, I approached the ship, step by step.
    I heard a singing bird.
    At last, about twenty yards from the ship, I circled I fearfully.
    It was torn open, the steel plating split and bent, scorched and blistered.
    There was no sign of life.
    I then approached the ship, half buried in the grass. I (pg. 37) looked inside,
    trough one of the great rents in the steel. Its edges seemed to have melted and
    hardened. In places there were frozen rivulets of steel, as though heavy
    trickles of paint had run from a brush and then hardened. The inside of the ship
    was black and scorched. The piping, in several places, was ruptured. Panels were
    split apart, revealing a complex, blackened circuitry within. The heavy glass,
    or quartz or plastic, in the ports was, in many places, broken through.
    Barefoot, on the steel