Edmund Cooper - Transit

‘Ah, you’re awake at last! ’

Avery turned his head cautiously, then sat up. The hallucination contained a man sitting on another camp bed and smoking a cigarette. It also contained two more beds bearing the presumably sleeping forms of Barbara and Mary. It also contained an infinity of ocean, a superb beach, a fringe of what looked vaguely like palm trees and a litter of camping equipment that might have been left over from a boy scouts’ jamboree.

‘I’m Tom Sutton. I imagine you are Richard Avery.

… Quite an interesting situation, don’t you think?’

‘Quite,’ said Avery. He took the outstretched hand.

‘Pleased to meet you.’ It sounded ridiculous, even though it happened to be true.

Tom Sutton was a tall, solidly built character, and looked as if he could give Avery a couple of stone without missing it. Although he only seemed about thirty, his stomach tended to bulge slightly with its tell-tale evidence of good living.

‘The girls are still out,’ said Tom. ‘That Mickey-Finn-type crystal certainly packs a wallop.’ He sighed. ‘Wish I’d had the knack of it. There have been times when I could have used it to good effect on clients.’

‘Have you any idea where we are?’ asked Avery.

Tom shrugged. ‘Hawaii, Tahiti, Tonga—you pays your penny and you takes your choice.’

‘We’re not on Earth,’ said Avery with sudden conviction.

‘Come again?’

‘I said we’re not on Earth.’

‘Now look here, old man. Don’t get too imaginative. It’s been a very peculiar experience, I agree. But one mustn’t let the balance of one’s judgement be disturbed.’

‘Don’t talk rot,’ retorted Avery irritably. ‘I presume you had the same kind of experience as I did—roof dissolving into stars, and then an inscrutable message from a heavenly voice?’

Tom smiled. ‘It seems so.’

‘Well, I have news for you,’ said Avery, determined to break through the barrier of smugness, ‘I was not too busy having hysteria to notice that the stars weren’t our stars.’

‘What precisely do you mean, old man?’

Avery’s nerves were on edge, and he didn’t much care for the ‘old man’ bit. It was just too public school to be true. ‘I mean,’ he said evenly, ‘that the constellations were not terrestrial constellations—old man.’

‘Are you a bloody astronomer?’

‘No, but I have eyes in my head.’

Tom did a bit of rapid thinking. ‘So what? We live— perhaps I should say lived—in the northern hemisphere, old chap. The stuff we saw may be stars that are way down under.’

‘I’ve seen the southern hemisphere constellations,’ persisted Avery, ‘and I’m reasonably familiar with them.

…What I saw just didn’t belong.’

‘Hell,’ said Tom, ‘don’t try to frighten me—and for the love of Mike don’t start a panic when the girls are finally with us. The sun looks normal enough, the sea looks normal enough…. Take my word for it, we may be in foreign parts, but we are still on dear old terra firma.’

Avery’s irritation dissolved in his amusement at what he considered to be Tom’s ostrich-like attitude. ‘The terra may be firm enough, but it isn’t our terra—that’s the only point I’m making.’

‘You’ve fallen for the treatment,’ said Tom complacently. ‘For reasons unknown, some nit has dumped us in the South Pacific—or some equivalent region. I can tell you one thing. There’s going to be fun when I get back home. Habeas corpus and all that rot.’

‘Hello, people, I’ve arrived.’ The welcome interruption was provided by Barbara sitting up and regarding them both brightly. ‘What was that somebody was saying about the South Pacific?’

Tom shot Avery a warning glance, then he grinned cheerily at Barbara. ‘Glad you feel able to join the party at last…. I was just pointing out to Richard that in all probability we have been dumped somewhere in the South Pacific.’

Barbara yawned and shook her head. ‘Grow up, lover boy. Richard is right. We’re elsewhere.’

Avery raised an eyebrow. ‘How long have you been awake?’

‘Long enough…. A girl likes to know what kind of party she’s joining before becoming an active member.’ She stood up, stretched, then peered at Mary. ‘The sleeping beauty is still out. Ah, youth! Ah, carefree youth! ’

‘You’re both crazy,’ persisted Tom. ‘They haven’t been able to send a man to Mars, yet—so I don’t see how they could pop this little expedition down somewhere in the deep blue yonder.’

‘They?’ echoed Barbara. ‘Who do you mean by the y?’

‘Boffins—the space wallahs.’

‘My dear, dear Tom,’ said Barbara sweetly, ‘do me a small favour and stop talking like something out of the book of the film…. Incidentally, I know something you don’t. Try looking over your shoulder—in the sky…. A little higher…. Now a little to the left.’

He stared for a moment or two then became aware of a faint silvery crescent—high, remote, almost lost in the blueness.

‘The moon,’ said Tom finally. ‘So what. The moon in daytime is a perfectly normal phenomenon. See it a lot in summer. In the South Pacific the seasons and daylight appearance will be reversed, that’s all.’

‘Perhaps,’ said Barbara. ‘Now look low over that bunch of palm trees.’

Tom looked. So did Avery. There was a long silence. ‘Jesus! ’ said Tom. He sat down heavily on the camp bed and fumbled shakily for another cigarette. ‘Stone me! This is bloody ridiculous. It’s—it’s…’ Words quite definitely failed him.

Avery looked at Barbara. ‘You’re very observant,’ he said, ‘and very self-composed.’

‘It takes more than a couple of moons to give me the vapours,’ retorted Barbara. ‘Besides, hasn’t it struck you as rather odd how calm and reasonable we’re being after recent experiences? Especially that last one.’ She shuddered. ‘I was screaming for mercy at the end of it. And now here I am, cool as anything, dumped on a bloody alien sea-shore, counting the number of moons in the sky and taking away the number I first thought of If you ask me, they not only slipped us the crystal, they also slipped us a pretty good tranquillizer.’

Avery thought that one over. ‘It’s more than possible,’ he admitted. ‘By all the laws we ought to be pretty shattered. To tell the truth, I feel remarkably tranquil…. I just hope to hell it doesn’t wear off.’

‘It will,’ said Barbara grimly. ‘I just want someone to be there to catch me when it does, that’s all.’

‘Where—where am I?’ Mary suddenly sat up, with a dazed look on her face.

‘I never thought to hear those immortal words!’ exclaimed Barbara joyously. ‘Relax, ducky. You are among friends. The unhappy look on Tom’s face is simply due to the fact that he has just seen a couple of spare moons. Tom is very orthodox. He finds the situation a wee bit upsetting.’

Mary stood up cautiously. She gazed at the sand and the sea. Then she said suddenly: ‘This is very silly, I know, but at the moment I’m ravenously hungry.’

Avery surveyed the pile of camping equipment and the four neady stacked cabin trunks. ‘Well, let’s see what we can find. Whoever was responsible for this lot seems to have thought of just about everything. I just hope he, she or—more probably it—didn’t forget to include food.’

‘Look!’ said Barbara, pointing to a small cloth-covered basket. ‘Three will get you five it’s a picnic breakfast.’

Avery smiled. ‘No takers: This just about fits the absurd logic of the situation.’

It was indeed a picnic breakfast—of a kind. Chicken and ham sandwiches, bottles of milk, a thermos flask of coffee—and a bottle of champagne.