Nothing new in their stories; still the same two time lines.
"Over about a hundred thousand time lines," Zostha Olv scoffed.
"Let me have the designations of the time lines on which you found conveyer heads," he said.
There were the two inhabited worlds in their own time lines, or probability orbits, or whatever.
"We can't sort them out and send them back to their own time lines, even if that would be desirable," Tortha Karf decided.
It was impossible to make a transposition of less than ten parayears—a hundred thousand time lines.