The trouble with time travellers is that they are often the cause of their own destruction. Like the old grandfather paradox, fannying about with the time continuum can bring huge problems, especially if you are expecting to return to a world that was the same one you left. That’s why we are in the fucking state we are in; too many amateurs popping back to 1933 to shoot Adolf Schicklgruber…
John Wagner and Alan Grant’s time trumpet is exposed and Ron Smith draws the future.
WHAT’S IT ALL ABOUT (IN ONE SENTENCE)?:
A visitor arrives from the future.
IT’S CULTURAL, INNIT?:
Jules(y) Verne is a nice nod to the great French novelist, poet, and playwright.
WHAT’S THE ART LIKE?:
HOW MANY LINKS?:
Three. Presumably the Department now has their hands on a functional time machine. Or does this retro-engineering lead to the construction of Proteus?