"How did you do it?" asked Dr. Gerard and McClellan simultaneously.
Randall shrugged. "I didn't," he said. "They just decided that I was entirely harmless, and brought me safely back to the stockade."
McClellan eyed him suspiciously, remembering the agent's flailing metal bar. "That isn't all of it," he accused darkly.
Randall grinned. "Well, not quite all," he admitted. "When they took me to the conference room and questioned me, I inferred I had knowledge of what destroyed their race in the future. I told them that if they would return me to the stockade for consultation with my companions, I would give them that information later. They took me up on it."
Zor Ala was the first to ask: "Do you really mean that you have an idea what destroyed the Kralons?"
Randall nodded. "I think so," he said. "I believe there's a good possibility that it was—"
Just then the door opened again, and Jackson stepped into the hut.
"Outside intervention," completed Randall, regarding the new arrival with expressionless eyes.
Jackson looked at Randall sharply, as if wondering whether the last words applied to him.
"What's up?" he asked. "When did you get back, Randall?—And Gerard and McClellan," he added, seeing the other two men. "How did you make out?"