Between Snader and Ann in the front seat, Jeff held Ann's hand and winked encouragingly at her.
"Snader, I guess you're right," he said. "This is a good deal for me. I was sort of washed up in my own time."
"Now you smart," Snader said. "Your little lady? She smart, too?"
"Yep. By the way, how come you got us out so early? It's only nine o'clock. Bullen said he'd expect me at eleven."
"We go to time station first," Snader explained shortly. "I pick up documents there. Breakfast there."
"Good," Jeff said cheerfully. A plan was taking shape in his mind. "All I'm worried about is my speed-up pills. Can I get some at the station? I'm almost out." He pressed Ann's knee warningly.
"Speed-up pills?" Snader looked suspicious—but then, he always did. "What you mean?"
"Don't you have speed-up tablets?" Jeff put surprise in his voice. "Stuff to activate the half of the brain that normally doesn't work. You must have them."
"What they look like?"
Jeff fumbled for his silver pillbox. "They're the big red and yellow capsules." He handed the box to Snader. "Don't spill them. I only have three left. Where can I get more like those? I won't be nearly as good without them."