Then Horsesense Hank--_my_ Horsesense Hank, I should say--put his hand on my shoulder and said, "Easy, Jim!" And the _other_ Horsesense Hank put his hand on the _other_ me's arm, and said, "Easy, Jim!", and two Helens asked, simultaneously, "Hank--what in the world has happened to us?" Hank's brows were furrowed. He said slowly, "Well, it's this way, honey--" Then he stopped as he realized that his identical twin was saying the identical words in the same quiet voice. The two Hanks stared at each other for a second, then the other Hank nodded. "Go ahead," he said. "Mebbe you c'n explain it better'n me." The Hank sitting beside me acknowledged the nod with its exact duplicate. "Awright," he said. "Well, near's I c'n figger out, it's this way: "Helen done went an' turned on the key while we was sittin' in the machine. Which set it into operation. Like I told you, this machine travels in time. An' that's jest whut it done!" "But--but you said it wasn't working yet, Hank!" I moaned. "No, Jim. I said it wasn't _completed_ yet. There's a difference." It still didn't make sense. I gestured towards the three "usses" standing beside us. "But a time-machine ought to go into the future or the past. These people--" Hank shook his head. "Jim, I showed you them dials on the dashboard. They control the future-past Time element. And--and they're the gadgets which wasn't completed yet!" I pawed my hair feverishly. "But if they weren't connected ... if we're neither in the future nor in the past ... where are we? And who in the world are _they_?" "We're in the present," said Hank, "but we're in a _different_ present. We didn't travel forward or backward. We slipped sideways across the Time dimension to another present based on an entirely different set of possibilities. "Leastwise--" He glanced inquiringly at the other Hank. "--that's whut it 'pears like to me. Hank--er--Mr. Cleaver, how 'bout that? Whut happened in _your_ past? Didn't she turn the key?" "Are you crazy?" bleated my double. "Of course she didn't turn the key! She just this moment entered the room." "Our" Helen seemed suddenly to understand. Some of the stupefaction left her eyes, a knowing look took its place and she nodded to "their" Helen. "Delayed, dear? What was it? Your--?" * * * * * The other Helen blushed and nodded. "Yes. Just as I was leaving the house it snapped. I had to run back in and tack it up." "I thought of doing that," said our Helen. "Then I decided to just pin it together and come along. Why, this is ridiculous! Surely a little thing like a broken--" "But it did!" interrupted Hank hastily. "It's like I told you, Jim--any little thing will change the hist'ry of existence. You see whut happened now? Back there an hour or so ago, Helen broke her--something happened to Helen--Which give her a choice of decisions.