The Stainless Steel Rat Saves the World
Chapter 16

    Have you ever been trapped in St. Paul's Cathedral in the year A.D. 1807 with the entire world vanished into nonexistence outside, alone and welded to a steel post and soon to vanish yourself? Not many people can answer yes to that question. I can--but can truthfully add that I do not enjoy this singular distinction.
    Without much reluctance I am forced to admit that I felt somewhat depressed. I struggled a bit against the metal cuffs that held my wrists, but my heart wasn't really in it. They were too tight and secure, and I knew this kind of helpless thrashing about would be just the sort of thing that He would enjoy with mad passion.
    For the first time in my life I felt utter and absolute defeat. It had a darkening and dulling effect on my thoughts--as though I already had one foot in the grave--that removed any idea of struggle and suggested instead that the easiest thing would be to simply give in and await the final curtain. The sensation of defeat was so strong that it blanketed almost all feelings of rebellion against this untimely fate. I should be fighting, thinking of a way out, yet I just didn't want to try, I was more than a little amazed at my submission.
    It was while I was engrossed in this navel-examining introspection that the sound began. A distant whine just on the edge of audibility, so weak that I would never have heard it had it not been for the absolute silence of nonexistence wrapped about my cathedral-sized tomb. The sound grew and grew, as annoying as an insect, making me aware of it although I did not wish to be made aware of anything except my sensation of overwhelming defeat. In the end it was quite loud, coming from empty space somewhere high above beneath the dome. I looked up despite my lack of interest just as there was the loud bang of displaced air.
    A figure appeared in the darkness above, someone in a space suit. Wearing a grav-chute because he drifted down slowly before me. I was stunned and ready for almost anything when he opened the dark faceplate of his space suit.
    Ready for almost anything other than the fact that he was not a he. 
    "Get rid of that silly chain," Angelina said. "You always manage to get into trouble as soon as I leave you alone. You're coming away with me right now, and that is all there is to it." 
    There was very little to say even had I been unstunned enough to say it. So I did a fine moronic gaping act and rattled my chains a bit as, light as a falling leaf, she drifted down to the floor. In the end her undoubtedly physical presence jounced my open synapses closed, and I did my best to rise to the occasion.
    "Angelina, truly named. You descend from above to save me." 
    She opened the faceplate of her space suit wider so she could kiss me through the opening, then took an atomic lance from her belt and began to cut away my chains. "Now tell me what all this mysterious time-travel nonsense is about. And talk fast, we have only seven minutes; at least that is what Coypu said."
    "What else did he tell you?" I asked, wondering just how much she knew.
    "Now don't you start being mysterious with me. Slippery Jim diGriz! I've had enough of that with Coypu."
    I jumped back hastily as she waved the atomic lance under my chin, then beat out the fire that was smoldering on the front of my garments. An angry Angelina can be quite dangerous.
    "My love," I said emotionally, attempting to embrace her while keeping an eye on the lance at the same time. "I conceal nothing from you, nothing! I know better. It is just that my brain is tied in knots from all this time traveling, and I want to know where your knowledge leaves off before I continue with the complete story." 
    "You know perfectly well that I talked to you last on the phone. Big rush, you said, top priority, get over fast you shouted--then rang off. So I did, to Coypu's lab, where everyone was running about and playing with the machinery and too busy to tell me anything. Back in time, they shouted, nothing else. And that horrid Inskipp no better. He said you vanished, just vanished out of his office while he was reading the riot act to you. Apparently he found out about that little bit of money you are putting aside for a rainy decade or two. There was a lot of babble about you saving the world or the galaxy or something, but I couldn't understand a word of it. And all of this went on for a very long time, until they could send me back here."
    "Well, I did," I said modestly. "Saved you, saved the Corps, saved the whole thing." 
    "I was right, you have been drinking."
    "Not in entirely too long a time," I muttered petulantly. "If you want to know the truth, you all vanished, poof, just like that. Coypu was the last one to go, so he can tell you about it. The Corps, everyone, they were never born, never existed, except in my memory. ..." 
    "My memory is slightly different."
    "It would be. Since through my efforts He's evil plan was foiled...." 
    "His not he's. All that drinking has affected your speech." "He is his name--and I haven't had a drop in hours. Can you possibly listen without interrupting? This story is complicated enough in any case. ..." 
    "Complicated and possibly alcoholically inspired." 
    I groaned. Then kissed her, longer and warmer this time, a distraction we both enjoyed. This softened her a bit, so I rushed on before she remembered that she was supposed to be angry at me.
    "A time attack was launched against the Special Corps, so Professor Coypu whisked me back in time to foil the nefarious scheme. I did all right in 1975, but He got away, went back to whenever he came from, then set up an elaborate trap here in 1807 to trap me. Which he did. But his plans didn't work completely because I managed to change the setting on the time-helix so he was sent to a different time from that he had planned. This must have defeated his time-war plans because you appeared to rescue me."
    "Oh, darling, how wonderful of you. I knew you could save the world if you really tried."
    Mercurial of mood is the word for my Angelina. She kissed me with what can only be described as true passion, and I, clanking my lengths of chain, got my arms around her in happy response when she squawked and straight-armed me, so I reeled back, choking.
    "The time!" She looked at her watch and gasped. "You made me forget. There is less than a minute left. Where is the time-helix?"
    "Here!" Hugging my still-painful midriff, I showed her the machine.
    "And the controls?" 
    "These." 
    "How ugly. Where is the readout?" 
    "These dials."
    "This the setting we must use, down to the thirteenth decimal position Coypu said, most insistent about that."
    I played the keys like a mad pianist and sweated. The dials spun and hesitated, then gyrated wildly.
    "Thirty seconds," Angelina said sweetly, to encourage me. I sweated harder.
    "There!" I gasped as she announced ten seconds. I kicked in the tinier and threw the master switch. The time-helix glowed greenly at us as we rushed to its protruding end.
    "Stay close and hug me as hard as you can," I said. "The time field has a surface effect, so we must be close." She responded with pleasure.
    "I only wish I weren't wearing this silly space suit," she whispered, nibbling my ear. "It would be so much more fun." 
    "It might be, but it might also be a little embarrassing when we arrived back at the Special Corps in that condition." 
    "Don't worry about that, we're not going back yet." 
    There was a sudden stab of anxiety just below my sternum. 
    "What do you mean? Where are we going?"
    "I'm sure I wouldn't know. All Coypu said was that the hop would be about 20,000 years into the future, just before this planet is to be destroyed."
    "He and his mad mob again," I wailed. "You've just sent us off to tackle an entire planetary insane asylum--where they're all against us!"
    Everything froze as the time-helix actuated and I was whipped into time with that pained expression on my face. That expression lasted 20,000 years, which was exactly how I felt.