The General accompanied them.  A few hours later a very perplexed looking doctor came out.  "As far as I can tell, this man has been subjected to severe radiation and the effects of strong percussion.  He'll recover, but he's also severely dehydrated, and suffering from malnutrition.  We're feeding him intravenously, keeping him as comfortable as we can.  If you wish to speak to him, General, please be brief.  I want him to rest.  It is imperative he rests."
"I understand!"  the General answered, "but I do need to speak with him!"
The General went in and sat by the young officer's bed.  "Well, sir," he remarked, "you most certainly gave us a start!  Can you tell me where you came from, sir, and, what you are doing here?"
The officer looked at him with eyes that held desperation.  "Got to find the point of diversion!" he managed.  "Have to find it!  This isn't supposed to be.  Something changed what was supposed to be.  Have to return things to where they were or all, everything is lost, EVERYONE will die!  This isn't supposed to be here."
His words trailed off and he went unconscious.  Gen. Davis looked at him in bewilderment.  "WHAT isn't supposed to be here?" he asked himself.  He left the room.  His aide approached.  "Anything, General?" he asked.
"Not that I can readily understand!" the General answered.  "But I'm afraid we've got a problem, Lee, we've got a serious problem of some kind which we're going to have to deal with!  Get some MPs.  I want a twenty four hour guard on this room.  No one is to speak with this man without my consent."
"Yes, sir!"  the aide snapped.  "I understand sir!"
Jeff hurried off.  He had a feeling he wasn't going to get much sleep for a while.  He had a VERY strong feeling of that!