Indy chose his words carefully. "I think there are a lot of claims being made here that I don't understand, and I think holding off on accepting them until I have more evidence isn't a bad idea, speaking practically." Time for one of his many variations on the playing-cute, I'm-a-scientist-so-you-can-understand-why-it's-tough-for-me ploy. "It's nothing personal. But when the guy I talk to at breakfast tells me he's some kind of mystical healer, and the kid I talk to in the morning tells me he's from seventy years in the future, and next person I talk to comes out with other worlds and wizard wars..." He shook his head. "And they're all running from things that go bump in the night. All this in barely twenty-four hours--it's just a little much."

He might be digging himself in deeper here, but he did owe Keman an explanation. "An 'alien' is a word for someone who comes from another planet, somewhere that's not Earth. Your friend with the 'rocket ship' might visit other worlds in outer space like that." When he wasn't confusing children with his delusions. "But what you're saying sounds more like another dimension."