Not ten minutes later the fringe scientist repaired the controls of the first-of-its-kind temporal relocation machine. After the clockmaker ran through a routine diagnostic check the travelers embarked on their homeward journey through the four-dimensional continuum between the skein of events.

"Don't wait up for Daddy?" Kashton asked with an approving look.

"You made it weird," Romi Rae and the outside the box professor said in unison.

"Let's burn some daylight," Doc flipped a switch and the machine emitted an umbrella-like torrent of sparks buffeted by the interplanetary magnetic field within the solar-wind plasma at enormous velocity like golden particles of a slipstream following a comet. Suddenly some copper fittings burst on the elaborate vessel. "Capacitor tends to wear out at this age."