Henry shook his head to clear it. "Just a moment," he said. "I might extrapolate from all this that you are Kimnar."
"I am," smiled Scarface. "I arrived with you two in the human era, in Earth's calendar year nineteen hundred forty-four A.D., on June 6th, to be exact. The country was France. The place—Caen...."
There was a stunned moment of silence. Then Martia's eyes widened. "But that was—!"
"Yes," said Kimnar, smiling grimly. "The Allied invasion of Normandie. I landed right in the middle of D-Day."
"What happened?" asked Henry. "I mean—to you?"
"I was injured by shrapnel. That's how I acquired the scar on my face. I woke up later in a hospital and have been looking for you two ever since."
"Kimnar," said Henry, "are Martia and I sister and brother?"
Martia's mind leaped out to find the answer in Kimnar's thoughts before he could speak. "No!" she cried, happily. "We're not!" Henry suddenly found her in his arms.
"She's right," Kimnar confirmed.