""Right. If you hadn't organized the Sludge People of Xanthos for the final assault, I might still be in Mongo's dungeons."
"It was nothing. For you, Buzz, for you." Buzz Geiger knew his partner wanted to blow him a kiss in the worst way, and he adored her self-control. Ginger never broke a regulation. Never. Well, not quite true. There was that one time . . .
"Listen partner," Ginger reminded him. "Moriarity is entirely capable of planting that bomb."
"Isn't it incredible how little we know of the past, Ginger? I mean, here is the evil Professor Moriarity, the nessus of the great Sherlock Holmes. He already had a time machine back in 1895."
"I think you mean nemesis, Buzz. And he borrowed that time machine from Mr. Welles."
"OK. Well here it is 2301, and we've got to defuse a bomb that Moriarity put into the future, meaning our present, way back then."
"Buzz we have just 16 minutes to find this doomsday device or it will be the Big Bang all over again."