– You going to save us, Mr. Cole?
– I can’t save you… I’m simply trying to gather information to help the people in the present trace the path of the virus.
– We’re not in the present now, Mr. Cole.
– I don’t really come from outer space.
– Oh, LJ Washington. He doesn’t really come from outer space.
– Don’t mock me.
…that a message from an alien has resulted in a tactical machine that whisks you away to the centre of the galaxy to go windsurfing with your old dad, and then a split second later returns you home without a single shred of proof.
