hilosophical goal； but it was not really attainable。 Consciousness was like a pebble that rippled the surface of the unconscious。 As consciousness widened； there was still more unconsciousness beyond。 There was always more； just beyond reach。 Even for a humanistic psychologist。
Stein； his old professor： 〃You always have your shadow。〃
What was Norman's shadow side doing now？ What was happening in the unconscious； denied parts of his own brain？ Nothing。 Keep going up。
He shifted uneasily in the pilot's chair。 He wanted to go to the surface so badly； he felt such conviction。 。。。
＇＇347＇＇ I hate Beth。 I hate Harry。 I hate worrying about these people； caring for them。 I don't want to care any more。 It's not my responsibility。 I want to save myself。 I hate them。 I hate them。
He was shocked。 Shocked by his own thoughts； the vehemence of them。
I must go back； he thought。 If I go back I will die。
But some other part of himself was growing stronger with each moment。 What Beth had said was true： Norman had been the one who kept saying that they had to stay together； to work together。 How could he abandon them now？ He couldn't。 It was against everything he believed in； everything that was important and human。
He had to go back。
I am afraid to go back。
At last； he thought。 There it is。 Fear so strong he had denied its existence； fear that had caused him to rationalize abandoning the others。
He pressed the controls； halting his ascent。 As he started back down； he saw that his hands were shaking。
0130 HOURS
The sub came to rest gently on the bottom beside the habitat。 Norman stepped into the submarine airlock； flooded the chamber。 Moments later； he climbed down the side and walked toward the habi