The Time Traveler

"Ah Ha" he said, with the utmost sincerity. "I have discovered how to travel through time."

Around him, his critics stared at him, aprehensive of his obvious discovery.

"How can you be sure." asked one of his attendents, a mellow chap, with a white surgical suit and a finely trimmed mustache.

"It's easy" said the man, "all you need is a mechanism to maintain the wormholes, which I have just discovered now. From there, you can easily slip through a hole in any standard Rv-Class Space Ship. Though, I expect they'll be changing the name to Space-Time ships now."

"Don't be silly" said his companion, "There's no material that could maintain the opening of a wormhole. Why don't you sit back and try to relax."

The man looked around, surprized to find that he wasn't in his laboratory at all. "Strange," he said, non-plussed. "Isn't this the University? And say, why am I lying down?"

And, indeed, the man was lying down. It appeared to be a bed of some sort, but the kind that was more commonly seen at doctor's offices then in the privacy of a bedroom. Not only that, but the man found that he was wearing some sort of tight sweater. He couldn't move his arms. That's when the panic set in.

"Say," said the man frantically "what am I doing here?."

Then, one of the doctors bent over him, with a syringe. The man stared wide-eyed and fearful for a second, and then everything went dark.

"Poor bloke" said the atendant with the mustache. "Doesn't even know he's loony. He was a physicist in his real life, you know. Last week, he said he discovered a way to travel through time, but went insane soon after. Of course, one has to wonder if the man went insane before 'discovering' time travel, or if he actually did discover how to do it, which caused him to loose his mind."