One moment my father gave me the draught and I laid me down, the next I awoke with you bending over me, or so it seemed.

Yet where was I through all those centuries when for me time had ceased?
Tell me, Humphrey, did you dream at all while you were ill?
I ask because down in that lonely cavern where I sleep a strange dream came to me one night.

It was of a journey which, as I thought, you and I seemed to make together, past suns and universes to a very distant earth.

It meant nothing, Humphrey.

If you and I chanced to have dreamed the same thing, it was only because my dream travelled to you.