Journey to the Seventh Planet Page #2

- It's like a wall, but it's almost invisible.

Barry, Svend, circle around this thing.

It's crazy.

It looks like nothing.

Careful.

What is it, Eric?

It feels...

like an air cushion...

but without any substance to it.

There's a slight tingle.

It seems to give a little.

What do you think it is, sir?

A field.

A force field.

A force field?

It covers the whole area, as far as I went.

There's a clearing ahead.

This wall goes across,

but I couldn't see the top.

Looks like we're encircled by it.

I don't think it has an end.

- Svend, get me a stick.

- Yes, sir.

- Take this.

- Yes, sir.

At least we know it can be penetrated.

Yes...

and that's all we know.

We still have no idea...

what it's like...

on the other side.

- I'll find out.

- No, Karl!

Barry.

Burns!

His arm's frozen, just like ice.

I don't agree with you, Commander.

It's too dangerous to go through the wall.

We're to explore Uranus.

That's why we're here.

I know that.

We've got a job to do.

If going through the wall is part of it,

we'll do it.

But we haven't got enough to go on.

No answers at all.

We accomplish nothing by staying put.

The answers we're looking for

are beyond that wall, not here.

And just how do you know that?

How do you know the solution

isn't right here, right in front of us?

Because nothing in front of us is real.

It doesn't exist.

Doesn't exist? What do you mean?

What we see cannot possibly be Uranus.

It's as if we're in the middle

of a weird hallucination.

It's weird, all right. So what's your point?

Everything we see has been taken

out of our minds.

Svend's forest stream, the apple tree...

something, someone,

has brought them to light.

But who?

Some power or some alien being

we cannot understand.

The lad is resting fine now.

Strange.

His arm is completely healed.

It should have been frozen off.

I don't get it.

There's a lot of things we don't get.

But I'm glad Karl's all right.

Do you not find it right pleasing to be here,

Commander?

It is like a beautiful spot

on the Emerald Isle.

Complete with Uranian leprechauns.

Now, me lad, a body shouldn't

make fun of the little people.

Am I right, Commander?

Or do city people like yourself

not believe in such matters?

Faith and begorra, we do.

Anyway, I'm not real city people...

I was raised in a small village in Scone.

Whitewashed houses and barns

with straw-thatched roofs.

And we had our own little people

at Christmas time, Barry.

The Yuletonte.

We used to put some rice pudding

out for them on Christmas Eve.

It was always gone the next morning.

There were two beautiful birch trees

right outside our house.

And I could see the old windmill

from my room.

And on Saint Lucia's Day,

the prettiest girl in the village...

would bring around her special little cakes.

I remember one girl. Her name was Ingrid.

She looked like a queen.

A goddess.

What's the matter?

Don, Barry, get your guns.

Svend, go back to the ship.

Tell Karl everything and stay on the ship.

Aye, sir.

We're going to pay that mirage a little visit.

This is my father's barn.

I thought you said it was an illusion.

That door should lead to the house.

Come on.

Ingrid!

Welcome, Eric.

Barry, take a look through

the rest of the house.

Don, stay here.

Yes, sir.

You are Ingrid?

I am Ingrid.

Where did you come from?

Here.

Who else lives here?

No one.

No one you don't wish to be here.

- Nobody.

- All right. Back to the ship.

- Wait a minute, sir.

- That's an order.

Yes, sir.

I'll be here, Eric...

when you want me.

Why the hasty retreat, sir?

It was just getting interesting.

Don't you realize what's going on?

- Ingrid?

- Yes.

Well!

Whoever thought her up

really knows his business.

We should have stayed, Eric.

At least we could have talked to her.

She might have given us

a couple of answers.

At least she gave me a couple of ideas.

- Yes, sir.

- Come on.

Hi, darling.

I remember you.

- You are Lisa?

- Yes. Lisa.

Will you come with me?

Just for a little while.

I'd love to.

But right now, duty calls.

You'll hear its voice any moment.

Tonight?

You can count on it.

Don.

Have you forgotten me?

Greta, how could I forget about you?

Well, it looked like you had.

No, I haven't, and I'm not likely to.

Well, then...

let's go for a walk.

You know, we could arrange

that another time.

Why not this time?

Suppose we find a cozy little place

to be alone for a while.

I don't know.

Darling, another time may be too late.

Greta...

there's nothing I'd like more than that.

But duty calls. I have to go back.

You'd better be careful.

There's always the possibility

I won't be here again.

Don, up here on the double.

The commander wants you.

Roger.

Sorry, baby, gotta go.

I will see you again.

I've no doubt you will, if you wish.

I wish.

One thing.

Yes?

You are real, aren't you? I mean...

What kept you?

Duty, sir.

Interrogation.

Go on.

There were two more of them down there.

- Two more girls.

- Figures, with you down there.

I won't argue with that.

Despite what's been happening here...

the answers we must find

lie on the other side of that barrier.

- We're going through.

- Makes sense.

With the unknown factor out there,

that enclosure...

Barry, you said it went

right across the clearing?

Yes, sir. Right across the center.

We're going through there.

Six-hour oxygen cylinders, fully armed.

Don?

Karl, if you're okay.

- I'm all right, sir.

- You'll go with me.

Barry, Svend, stay here in the ship.

- I'd like to come, sir.

- No.

We're going through at 0700 hours.

If we don't return in six hours,

go to the barrier.

Don't cross.

Give us an hour.

If we don't show up, you'll know

you don't have to wait any longer.

Your orders then are, take off at once...

if possible.

What do you mean, if possible?

Let's hope we don't have to find out.

- Intercom check. Karl?

- Check.

Don?

Loud and clear, sir.

We still don't know the effects of crossing...

or if we can.

- Let me go first, sir.

- No, Karl.

That's my job.

Don?

Do you read me?

Don? Come in.

Why didn't you acknowledge?

I didn't hear a thing, sir.

I guess the radio waves

can't penetrate the force field.

Uranus, the seventh planet.

Karl, what's the radiation?

and pulsating.

Let's go.

Karl, a radiation check.

- In which direction is it strongest?

- It's almost impossible to tell.

It seems to be a little stronger

in that direction.

All right. We'll make a marker here.

Hurry, Karl. Anchor my legs.

All right, Don, stretch.

- I can't hold on.

- I've got to move forward, Karl.

Now, Don, reach.

Come on.

Hold on.

Ammonia snow.

So cold and dry, it has no adhesion.

Like quicksand.

Quicksnow.

I'm glad you were here to pull me out.

Stay on the rocks from now on,

as much as possible.

And be careful.

Yes, sir. And thank you, Eric.

Razor sharp. Watch it.

They can rip our suits open.

Listen, do you hear that?

Commander, look at this.

What is it?

That's the first sign of movement

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