That was it he was mad. He was clearly mad. Time Travel. Dimensions. He was absolutely mad. Freddie backed up a little looking around again. Sure, it was a good set up, american actors, everything, this technology out of Star Trek, all of it. It had to add up to completely insane. Or a lie. Some Commie lie. That was obviously exactly what was going on. There was no other explaination. And what he was writing down made even less sense, a bunch of letters and dots. "This is ridiculous" he said simply, "Is this a Russian thing? It is isn't it. You don't just travel in time. That's not how the world works. That's never how the world works. Is this Molokov, is he going to lock me away somewhere I can't insult his great 'regime'. This is absurd."
Freddie watched the guy curiously, more shocked than anything else now at what exactly seemed to be going on. Was he supposed to believe this? Any of this? "Honestly, right now, I don't know what the hell I want to do. I'd call you crazy but you're not forcing me to go with you. Still that could be part of your game couldn't it. Move, Countermove. It's possible you're part of some plan Molokov has. Its possible this is Walter, there's a lot of things this could be. And that, what you're writing down, boards? What are boards?"
Sure he probably sounded like a nut but so did the guy right then. "Who even are you?" he asked annoyed, "What's your name? Why are you right here, right now when I appear in this place, what's going on?"