"Where exactly are we?"
The professor stepped away from the console and peered into the surrounding gloom.
"Somewhere rather dark and foggy," he said, "if that is of any help."
"So we have been transported somewhere?"
"No, of course not. You do not seem to have understood a word I have been saying to you. This is a time machine. We are at exactly the same location where we were a moment ago. But we are at a point in time perhaps many centuries, if not millennia, before. Or possibly after."
His calmly pedantic manner only fuelled my growing sense of unease.
"You do not seem very sure about any of this," I snapped.
"There are more important concerns than such trivial details," he replied. "Does it really matter what exact year we happen to have arrived in?"
"I would have thought it was of some relevance," I said. "It might help to explain what that is over there, coming out of the fog towards us."
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