The young man smiled, and offered his hand in the fashion of Alan's time. He was a trifle taller than Lea; similar of aspect--a gentle-looking youth, but with strongly masculine features. Blue eyes, like Lea's, brown hair, long to his neck; a robe of fabric, dark-blue, in form not unlike hers. It revealed his delicately molded limbs. A very gentle, handsome young fellow, but there was nothing girlish, nothing effeminate about him. He stood up with a quiet dignity--almost an unconscious aspect of superiority, as though he were a gracious little prince, shook hands with Alan, and sat again at his dials. Alan surmised he was Lea's brother. Certainly they looked alike. Alan made them understand that he wanted to read the dials. Most of the dials were unintelligible, but there was one, with a slowly moving pointer, which Alan could read. It marked 1980 A.D. Into the future! Alan cursed the fact that he could not talk to his two companions. His mind leaped back to Nanette and to me. Captured by Turber. Taken--where? He did not know. But one thing was clear, Lea and this San were friendly to him. They had forced him into the tower because they knew it was the best thing for him. They were taking him now--ahead, into what we call the Future. Doubtless to their own Time-world. Alan believed it must be far into the future--a time when English was lost and forgotten, a dead language of history. But once there, Alan thought that they would have a way of communicating with him. Their smiles were reassuring. Lea examined his head and shoulder wounds. They were no more than severe bruises. "Nothing," said Alan. "I'm all right. But Nanette?" He tried to gesture to make it mean something. "Nanette," said Lea. She smiled again, but then her face went solemn. San said abruptly: "Lea--San--Alan." His gesture included the three of them. And then he pointed to the dial. Alan understood. He was indicating the year to which they were going. It was the year 7012 A.D. "But Nanette," Alan insisted. "Nanette? Turber?" He swung his finger over the dial. But they both shook their heads. They were solemn, perturbed. They did not know Turber's destination. Alan's heart sank, yet there was nothing he could do but wait. * * * * * Presently Lea was showing him about the tower room. It was some thirty feet square, occupying the entire base of the tower. There was furniture which seemed to be of metal. A gray-white room, windows closed now and covered by opaque metal plates, a dim glow of light, the source of which he could not determine, lighted all this gray interior.