Much later, in southwestern United States:
“My father is going to be all right, Tedor. And have you seen the headlines?”
“Yes.” He smiled at her. “There were three mysterious atomic explosions, almost simultaneous, in the USSR. Malenkov and Chenkov have become extremely conciliatory.”
“The people of the world will never know what happened.”
“Neither will Ruscar. He’d closed the year 1955, intending to move into it in the normal time-stream, sure it would be the crucial year. He died in 1954.”
“Then, everything is fine—except for all those trophies I have, Tedor. We could set up a museum, I suppose.”
“What for? Those trophies are more valuable where they came from. I can’t think of a better way to spend the first few weeks of our married life than to return them. Sort of a honeymoon i
