"You mean you come from the future?"
"Just different time. I show you. You come with me?"
"Come where?" Jeff asked, studying Snader's mocking eyes. The man
didn't seem a mere eccentric. He had a peculiar suggestion of humor and
force.
"Come on little trip to different time," invited Snader. He added
persuasively, "Could be back here in hour."
"It would be painless, I suppose?" Jeff gave it a touch of derision.
"Maybe not. That is risk you take. But look at me. I make trips every
day. I look damaged?"
As a matter of fact, he did. His thick-fleshed face bore a scar and
his nose was broad and flat, as if it had been broken. But Jeff
politely agreed that he did not look damaged.
Ann was enjoying this. "Tell me more, Mr. Snader. How does your time
travel work?"
"Cannot explain. Same if you are asked how subway train works. Too
complicated." He flashed his white teeth. "You think time travel not
possible. Just like television not possible to your grandfather."