Britta and Jeff peeked out from behind the bushes. The strange man had run away from them midsentence. “I don’t know, Jeff. Maybe we should go along with him.”
Even though she wasn’t looking at him, Britta knew Jeff was rolling his eyes. “He told us his,” and here Jeff paused to make air quotes where she could see, “‘time machine’ malfunctioned and dropped us in 1993 instead of 1893. He is stroking the air and talking to himself. He’s clearly insane.”
“And that’s new around here?” Britta ignored Jeff’s furious look. “Listen, I’m just saying we humor him a little, then we calmly maneuver him towards the campus clinic. This is Greendale, after all, he’s probably just had a little too much sun.”
At just that moment the man raced up to them, a giant grin on his face. “Found it! There’s a slight depression in the planet’s temporal gravity field over there. You find them a lot on the Ood home world. Nice people the Ood, we’ll go visit them after this is over. You’ll love it. Ood,” he added with a grin and ran off.
“Okay,” Britta said once he was out of hearing distance, “maybe it’s worse than a little sun stroke.”