I watched the unfolding scene with a growing horror; it was surreal, comparable to a page of one of my father's daring novels, as though I could simply look up and find myself curled up the drawing room. My  situation, was, however, quite real, and I needed to respond accordingly. "I do not believe, Dr. Bain, that anyone in our position could understand in the slightest." I said, putting as much strength into my voice as I could muster. "Please explain how it is that we could be from different points in history, which seems about as likely, sir, as the sky turning green!" I continued, ignoring my previous suspicion of that queer situation exactly. "I would also like to be edified on the matter of your associates. Who is it that you work for? And for what reason, sir, are we being tested?" My voice had risen to a harsh, demanding tone. My anger had pushed all lady like nature from me, but I found myself not caring.