The time stream

"We have been sent back." "Too far." -- Palgrave. "No." -- Sylvester. "Too far, " Palgrave's thought reiterated with a kind of numb fear. "They sent us back too far. Out of space and time. We do not exist. Annihilated. Never get back. Dead for ever." "Not to far, " Savadan's thought felt for out minds with the skill born of long practice. "I have been to this place before. We shall get out. Follow my will." "What place is this?" I wondered. "It has no namae. Call it the Desert of the Dawn." "Why? There is no light." "It is dark now, but the dawn will not fail us. I begin to see. The darkness on my left is giving way. I remember. Before this desert in the region farther back where Dill was sent, all is perpetual night. After this desert, forward time where the sender is, there is no darkness. We were sent back." "From where?" several queried. "From the light, to see its first dawn." "Is this Desert of the Dawn in the same fold of space and time as the region whence we were sent back? Who remembers?" Yes, who could remember, for they were in -- the time stream.