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IT WAS alh in the sky now The Illustrated Man lay motionless I had seen what there was to see The stories were told; they were over and done

There remained only that empty space upon the Illustrated Man's back, that area of jumbled colors and shapes

Now, as I watched, the vague patch began to asses from one shape to another and still another And at last a face forazed out at me from the colored flesh, a face with a familiar nose and mouth, familiar eyes

It was very hazy I saw only enough of the Illustration to ht, afraid that the wind or the stars allery at my feet But he slept on, quietly

The picture on his back showed the Illustrated Man hi me to death I didn't wait for it to become clear and sharp and a definite picture

I ran down the road in the ht I didn't look back A s before , I would reach the town