"Well, that's very nice to know," said Dr. Edwards, sarcastically.
"What do you think it is, Henry?" asked Uncle Andy, puffing again at his pipe.
"Earth—incalculably removed into the distant future. We have been hurled into future Time."
Dr. Edwards snorted, straightened up, and left the group without a word.
"Look at the low hills," said Henry to the others. "We've been flying over this country for several hours. Here we have a small continent, a comparatively major land mass—but no mountains. That would be indicative of great geologic age. Furthermore, you will note that the islands we saw, though tropical, are not the result of coral growth. They are the tops of low hills. At one time this was a greater land mass, but it has since been inundated."
The P. A. system blared. "All passengers and crew, prepare for landing...."
"Say, Henry," interposed Scarface for the first time, "how did we get here?"
"The—alien—took himself back to where he came from, along with the two babies. I believe he made a mistake and transported us, too."
Scarface raised one black brow quizzically. "Then you mean—we have come to the place where that geek went to with the kids?"
"Perhaps. But if we followed him accidentally through time we might have been dropped off somewhere along the Continuum, either prior to his own time or far beyond his era."