"Thanks again," Jack said. "Glad to be of help." He didn't mention the moments when he wavered, when he had nearly gone over to Lugert's side—probably would have if it hadn't been for the generator planted in his arm.
He wondered briefly how it would have been, living here with all these quiet philosophical types.
He said, "I suppose you're going to send me back to my own time now."
Lorence nodded.
The four of them went to Lorence's office and Jack climbed back into the elaborate harness.
Lorence bustled around him, making adjustments carefully. "We want to gauge this thing to the minute, you know," he explained. "No mistakes."
"I appreciate the care," Jack said. He held tightly to his satchel.