"Yes. My folks always claimed I spent the time bumming around the country. They said ill health kept me out of the Army. People never believed them, though. They seemed to know better."
"Definitely a crisis in your life?"
"Most definitely," agreed Johnson.
"Then if I send you back to the time when you and your companions were planning this adventure, and you succeed in talking your younger self out of it, you'll be convinced that what I say is true?"
"Yes, that'll do it."
"Good! Events can be altered; time is not immutable!" The little man's eyes gleamed fanatically; Johnson for the first time debated the wisdom of letting himself be strapped in under his care. But Cavendish was already adjusting the electrodes; he finished, and turned on the power source.
"I'll send you back to that afternoon," he said. "The three of you are gathered in the back room of Cook's News Shop."
"I remember," said Johnson.
"Hi, Danny."