And saw the patient, kindly face of Professor Ostrov peering down at me.
"What are _you_ doing here?" I demanded. "Did you suspend yourself too?
And what's been going on?"
"This is the year 1957, son," he said calmly. "Everything is all right."
"Like hell it is," I snapped. "Where am I? What--"
"You're in my laboratory," he said. "You've been under-going
preliminary psychological tests before I put you into the somno-casket.
I've been keeping close electroencephalographic check on you all the
time you were living through that purely fictional incident."