After a while the girl sighed. "I shall feel very sorry when we leave this time," she said.
"Me, too." He kissed her.
After a moment she pulled away and looked at him searchingly. "There is something bothering you?" she asked. She flushed a little. "That was not very ... ardent."
Dolan looked away, feeling foolish. "I guess not," he said.
She took his hand and squeezed it. "Poor George. It must be very confusing for you. Can I help?"
Perhaps she could, he thought.
"Look here," he said cautiously, "what happens when I get this thing fixed, if I do? You folks go on back to your own time, I suppose, but what happens to me?"
She hesitated. "I don't think I understand," she said. "Mr. Brown pays you for your work, I suppose, and you stay here, that's all. Should there be more?"
Dolan smiled grimly. "Like the first technician, huh?"
"What do you mean?"