Jeff felt a little flame of excitement licking inside him. Something was happening, he felt. Something exciting and dangerous.
"Snader," he said, "if you're kidnaping us, you made a mistake. Nobody on Earth will pay ransom for us."
Snader seemed amused. "You are foolish fellow. Silly talk about ransom. You in different time now."
"When does this gag stop?" Jeff demanded irritably. "You haven't fooled us. We're still in 1957."
"You are? Look around."
Jeff looked at the street again. He secretly admitted to himself that these were different trees and houses than he remembered. Even the telephone poles and street lights seemed peculiar, vaguely foreign-looking. It must be an elaborate practical joke. Snader had probably ushered them into one house, then through a tunnel and out another house.
"Get in," Snader said curtly.
Jeff decided to go along with the hoax or whatever it was. He could see no serious risk. He helped Ann into the back seat and sat beside her. Snader slammed the door and slid into the driver's seat. He started the engine with a roar and they rocketed away from the curb, narrowly missing another car.
Jeff yelled, "Easy, man! Look where you're going!"
Snader guffawed. "Tonight, you look where you are going."