“Where you doin?” he asked, quite as though he had been accustomed to meeting old clocks on the stairs. “I’m bound for yes-ter-day,” the clock replied. “Want to go to yes-ter-day?”
Listen. We’re His Majesty’s destroyer Seapink, out of Devonport last Octovr, and nothing particular the matter with us. Now who are you?
These aren’t the droids you’re looking for . . . move along.