"Yeah, stuff it."
There was a shimmer in the air in front of him, high above the valley floor, but his eyesight was so bad that he hardly noticed it. Only when the shimmer resolved itself into a tall, athletic young man and that man started to walk toward him on the clear air did he finally take notice.
"Look," he said.
"Look yourself," she said, unmoving.
"No. I really mean turn around and look."
"What?"
"Turn around, dammit! I think they've finally found us! Can you see him, too?"
She turned and stared at the blond young man who was smiling as he walked through the clean air without visible means of support. There was a lot of gold trim on his well-fitted red and white dress uniform, an outfit that would have looked more at home at a fancy costume ball than high above the ancient African plain.
"He's there," she said, "but he's not one of ours."
"Who cares, just so long as you see him, too, and I'm not crazy! I mean, who cares who saves us or how he does it, just so long as we're saved!"
"Sorry we took so long," the smiling young apparition said, his polished black boots resting on nothing, a few feet from the edge of the cliff.
"You're not one of us," the woman said.
"No, I'm from one of the alternate branches. I'm here on loan, lending a hand. Shall we go? I can have you home in a few moments." He reached out to them.
Fearfully, hesitantly, they reached out and took his hands.