This same Space; the spread of this lawn in Central Park—what would it be in another hundred years? Or a thousand? This little Space, from the Beginning to the End so crowded with events and only Time to hold them separate!
Lea was in advance of us. I whispered to Alan. "That tower we saw here—coming again?"
"Of course! Don't you think so? She's waiting for it—expects it."
This empty lawn—no! Not empty!
The tower materialized all in an instant. It stood gray and silent. We were on our feet—Alan and Nanette off to one side.
The tower doorway opened. The young man stood there with the light behind him. Stood gazing—
No vision this! Reality! Empty space, two moments ago. Then a phantom, a moment ago. But a real tower, now! Solid. As real, as existent—now—as these rocks, these trees!
Suddenly, even nearer at hand, another shape materialized. The Turber vehicle! It came from nothing into visibility. It settled like a giant airship upon the lawn. Its door opened. Figures sprang out.
There was a moment when we were all too surprised to move. Lea gave a cry. The young man from the tower rushed toward us. From the Turber aero three men came running. They were no more than twenty feet away.