"A dozen, a hundred, maybe a thousand."
"And how many believed you?"
"None."
"You mean nobody would believe you?"
"Not one soul. Until I talked to you."
And then Morgan was laughing, laughing bitterly, tears rolling down his cheeks. "And I'm the one man who couldn't help you if my life depended on it," he gasped.
"You believe me?"
Morgan nodded sadly. "I believe you. Yes. I think your warp brought you through to a parallel universe of your own planet, not to another star, but I think you're telling the truth."
"Then you can help me."
"I'm afraid not."