ABSTRACT
NEXT morning we bade the professor farewell, entered a ’bus which brought us quickly to the airport, and then, after the usual formalities, we mounted the little steps into a large four-engined Danish ’plane. Before we had realized that Time had jumped again, we were high above the roof-tops, heading south-west. The ’plane mounted rapidly and bumped a few times and then settled down into a steady flight which ate up the miles. Looking down on the green Swedish landscape below, of woods and hills, lakes, rivers and inlets of the sea, it seemed as if the earth was moving like a revolving globe below us. The roar of the engines made conversation impossible, so we sat silently, side by side, feeling Time moving. Both of us began to go over in our minds the journey we had travelled. Scene after scene came up and faded to be replaced by another. Sometimes we would say a single word to the other, a word which would call up some scene or sequence of scenes.
