The corridors of the space station were empty, dimly lit by the night lights. Mike Edwards, second-class technician from the maintenance department, was walking slowly, trying to reach his quarters. He realized he was stumbling: twelve hours working outside were clearly too much. ‘Safety rules would not allow shifts of this kind in any civilized place’, he thought. But he was there for exactly that reason. A boy like him would never reach the status of second-class technician in one of those civilized places. And, above all, he was there because it was exactly in places like this that he had a chance to meet the Hunter.