"I hadn't given that much mature thought," I answered, "but now that you mention—"
"Stop the parrying!" she cut in sharply.
"Parrying was farthest from my mind," I said.
She spluttered; then asked, "Are you telling the truth?"
"About what?"
"That this is Wisconsin."
"Yes; it certainly is."
"Well, what day is it and time?"
"Wednesday, February 14th, 1968 and—and precisely 8:25 a.m."
She was silent for a moment, letting the parka fall away from her lovely face; then she said, "But it was only a few moments ago, considering the difference in time zones, that I was at Cape Canaveral. They were activating HOAGS today and I was there with Dad. How—how could I possibly be in Wisconsin now?"