"And when you are in trouble or danger, there is nothing that allows you to somehow look into the future or read minds or see through walls?"
"I can't do any of those things," Malloy stated.
Heirson threw up his hands. "Complete withdrawal from reality! Pathological! Why is he here anyway?"
The younger man grasped the withered thin upper arm and whispered audibly but not understandably. Heirson's face eventually quivered back in line with Malloy's.
"Michael, do you know what year this is?" the doctor asked.
Malloy thought about that one. He wasn't absolutely certain, but he made some rapid calculations.
"1978?"
"1979! And what has been the single most important development in human history in recent times?"
Malloy sighed. He knew what he was expected to say.
"The coming of the Riders."