three after ten
`` Exactly . '' I glanced down at my wrist watch , and noted with relief that it was still running . I observed then , for the first time , that the watch , my clothing , and even my hand , were not real ; they were like the rest of the things in this monstrous state that Vic called Infra-Media . `` I left at three after ten . It 's now fourteen minutes of eleven -- Good Lord ! Less than an hour since I stood there in your laboratory ! '' `` Then our next chance to get back will be at three minutes after one , '' nodded Vic .