Written in 1954.
"What's a blast finger?" demanded the engineer. "Just so you won't try anything" she commented. "Watch". Her body solidified then, and she pointed her left index finger at a mid-sized tree. Peter hardly saw what happened, being more interested in the incidental mireacle of her face and figure. But his attention was distracted by a flat crash of thunder and sudden glare. And the tree was riven as if by a terrific stroke of lightening. Peter smelled ozone as he looked from the tree to the girl's figner and back again. "Okay", he said."