"My dear sir, if we are taken from our homes without leave and placed somewhere else for the entertainment of those in control of it, we are no better than animals in a zoo. I will not perform for them, whomever they may be." Wolfe resented performing on most occasions, especially outside his own home.

"Time travel is the realm of fiction," he declared. "A fancy of those who believe that the future must contain the cures for their present ills that they are too indolent to correct." He narrowed his eyes. "Have you anything to do with my being here?"