“But how--” he stammered. “I can’t believe--it’s--”
“I started my Jump just outside the orbit of Mars exactly ten days
ago,” I said. “But the Jumper failed or something. I came out here and
landed. I’ve been here three days.”
“The same thing happened to me,” Sam said. “Then it couldn’t have been
mechanical failure--I’ve heard theorists talk about space warps....”
“We might as well introduce ourselves. My name is Louise.” I held out a
hand to him.
He took it. His hand was hot and strong. “Sam--Sam Newman. That was my
mother’s name.”
“Sam?” I asked. “Or Newman.”
“Newman--I mean Louise.”