After he'd pushed the proper buttons to call there, he was pleased to hear Larry Daniken's voice answer at the other end of the line. His normally cheerful tone was shaky and weak, but the report on the work being done was good. The techs had begun to finish Mike's cleaning job with his janitorial supplies. Progress was slow, however. Everyone was disheartened by the accidents, and Larry shyly reported to Dr. Cooper he'd been sick after helping with Mike. He still felt horrible, and not understanding the cause, was worried. Cooper wondered to himself if he might be suffering from a touch of radiation poisoning from the transport beam. He asked what his badge registered, and thankfully it was colorless.  That eliminated one cause.
"God!" he thought, "If we hadn't all been inside the control booths we all would have been dead as Mike fell! There's enough radiation in the residue of those beams, when they're activated, to fry a man in seconds, if he's not directly behind the glass or on the transport circle!"
Cooper thought again, and told Larry to take it easy, he would send someone to check him over as soon as possible. If possible, he should come down to the clinic immediately. But the young man would not leave the lab. He had automatically taken over as supervisor on Jeanie's absence since everyone had been confused and was now dedicated to seeing their present chore was completed satisfactorily. Cooper admired his dedication. He had always thought of Larry Daniken as one of his best workers. Now he prayed nothing was terribly wrong with him.
Cooper issued orders for no one to touch the Transporter Machine for any reason. He wished to check it over later and maybe get a clue to what had gone wrong with it. To this, Larry heartily agreed, and would pass the word on. He now feared to even get close to R.M.T.P.....for a while, anyway!
Cooper then reported Jeanie would be staying at the emergency dorm for the night.
"Keep up the good work as much as you can!" he told Larry. As the supervisor hung up the phone a heavy forlorn feeling crept over his soul like a dark shadow. He pulled a chair to the bedside and sat down where he could keep a close watch on Mike's head and relax a little to begin what may become a long and hopeless wait.