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is the floor just above the white blanket of frozen air. Iā€™d never seen a live young lady before, except in the old magazinesā ā€”Sis is just a kid and Ma is pretty sick and miserableā ā€”and it gave me such a start that I dropped the pail. Who wouldnā€™t, knowing everyone on Earth was dead except Pa and Ma and Sis and you?

Even at that, I donā€™t suppose I should have been surprised. We all see things now and then. Ma has some pretty bad ones, to judge from the way she bugs her eyes at nothing and just screams and screams and huddles back against the blankets hanging around the Nest. Pa says it is natural we should react like that sometimes.

When Iā€™d recovered the pail and could look again at the opposite apartment, I got an idea of what Ma might be feeling at those times, for I saw it wasnā€™t a young lady at all but simply a lightā ā€”a tiny light that moved stealthily from window to window, just as if one of the cruel little stars had come down out of the airless sky to investigate why the Earth had gone away from the Sun, and maybe to hunt down something to torment or terrify, now that the Earth didnā€™t have the Sunā€™s protection.

I tell you, the thought of it gave me the creeps. I just stood there shaking, and almost froze my feet and did frost my helmet so solid on the inside that I couldnā€™t have seen the light even if it had come out of one of the windows to get me. Then I had the wit to go back inside.

Pretty soon I was feeling my familiar way through the thirty or so blankets and rugs Pa has got hung around to slow down the escape of air from the Nest, and I wasnā€™t quite so scared. I began to hear the tick-ticking of the clocks in the Nest and knew I was getting back into air, because thereā€™s no sound outside in the vacuum, of course. But my mind was still crawly and uneasy as I pushed through the last blanketsā ā€”Paā€™s got them faced with aluminum foil to hold in the heatā ā€”and came into the Nest.

Let me tell you about the Nest. Itā€™s low and snug, just room for the four of us and our things. The floor is covered with thick woolly rugs. Three of the sides are blankets, and the blankets roofing it touch Paā€™s head. He tells me itā€™s inside a much bigger room, but Iā€™ve never seen the real walls or ceiling.

Against one of the blanket-walls is a big set of shelves, with tools and books and other stuff, and on top of it a whole row of clocks. Paā€™s very fussy about keeping them wound. He says we must never forget time, and without a sun or moon, that would be easy to do.

The fourth wall has blankets all over except around the fireplace, in which there is a fire that must never go out. It keeps us from freezing and does a lot more besides. One of us must always watch it. Some of the clocks are alarm and we can use them to remind us. In the early days there was only Ma to take turns with Paā ā€”I think of that when she gets difficultā ā€”but now thereā€™s me to help, and Sis too.

Itā€™s Pa who is the chief guardian of the fire, though. I always think of him that way: a tall man sitting cross-legged, frowning anxiously at the fire, his lined face golden in its light, and every so often carefully placing on it a piece of coal from the big heap beside it. Pa tells me there used to be guardians of the fire sometimes in the very old daysā ā€”vestal virgins, he calls themā ā€”although there was unfrozen air all around then and you didnā€™t really need one.

He was sitting just that way now, though he got up quick to take the pail from me and bawl me out for loiteringā ā€”heā€™d spotted my frozen helmet right off. That roused Ma and she joined in picking on me. Sheā€™s always trying to get the load off her feelings, Pa explains. He shut her up pretty fast. Sis let off a couple of silly squeals too.

Pa handled the pail of air in a twist of cloth. Now that it was inside the Nest, you could really feel its coldness. It just seemed to suck the heat out of everything. Even the flames cringed away from it as Pa put it down close by the fire.

Yet itā€™s that glimmery white stuff in the pail that keeps us alive. It slowly melts and vanishes and refreshes the Nest and feeds the fire. The blankets keep it from escaping too fast. Paā€™d like to seal the whole place, but he canā€™tā ā€”buildingā€™s too earthquake-twisted, and besides he has to leave the chimney open for smoke.

Pa says air is tiny molecules that fly away like a flash if there isnā€™t something to stop them. We have to watch sharp not to let the air run low. Pa always keeps a big reserve supply of it in buckets behind the first blankets, along with extra coal and cans of food and other things, such as pails of snow to melt for water. We have to go way down to the bottom floor for that stuff, which is a mean trip, and get it through a door to outside.

You see, when the Earth got cold, all the water in the air froze first and made a blanket ten feet thick or so everywhere, and then down on top of that dropped the crystals of frozen air, making another white blanket sixty or seventy feet thick maybe.

Of course, all the parts of the air didnā€™t freeze and snow down at the same time.

First to drop out was the carbon dioxideā ā€”when youā€™re shoveling for water, you have to make sure you donā€™t go too high and

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