He had been to see the captain twice and was dismissed each time. He had gone to the command center to find more of the lead crew with similar results. "I knew it was a long shot," James whispered to himself in the corridor, staring out at the stars, "but I'm surprised I couldn't find anyone to come and look." The shadow appeared very faintly above and to the left; it undulated, darkened, sped up, slowed down. It had been following the ship for weeks. "Do you see me? Recognize me?" James wondered, putting his hand up against the field barrier. Suddenly, the shadow revealed its full size for a moment (in silhouette, as if a light shone for a nanosecond behind it); it was immense, writhing through space black-upon-black. James gasped, sensing doom, and returned his hand to his side; he was tempted to run to the station lead and babble until someone listened, but the urge passed. "If we come to harm, so be it," James said softly, moving to his quarters. "We are just as self-absorbed in space as we ever were on Earth ... ." He paused to peek and the shadow was still there, moving easily in the darkness. " ... and maybe it's time for that to end."