"Obviously I should pick up the evening paper more often," Indy replied dryly when he'd processed all that. On the face of it, the entire story was ridiculous. Automatons, superheroes, alternate dimensions--hokum, surely, his instincts told him. But the theory of multiple dimensions did fit with stories like Keman's, that insistence on the impossible that had been so out of place in people who sounded so rational otherwise.

Still, it would take a lot more than a few anecdotes from people in a mental hospital to convince Indy that the idea was worthy of any credence. He was willing--provisionally--to accept time travel because there was so much evidence in favor of it here; it was the only way to explain what had happened to him. This was much less tangible. And was this guy really suggesting that he and Marcus had become...

"It sounds like Pandora's Box changed you quite a bit." Not that Indy was any closer to accepting that, either. Still, he uncrossed his arms to show that he was taking a stab at less openly skeptical listening. "Go on."