He handed each of them half-full glasses of sherry. Nathaniel took Ephraim's glass from him and gave it back to Cliff.“I've never seen anything like that,” Cliff said. He lit a cigarette and puffed on it. “But you seem pretty calm for someone who was just abandoned in another universe.”“It's happened to me before,” Nathaniel said.“What are we going to do?” Ephraim asked.He stood and paced around the living room. He felt like a caged animal. If they weren't retrieved, they could be wiped out the next time the multiverse threw one of its tantrums.“We can't stay here,” Ephraim said.“It seems I have a room available,” Cliff said.“Thanks, but we won't be staying,” Nathaniel said. He put down his empty glass and pulled a cell phone from his coat pocket.“You can't call Crossroads with that,” Ephraim said.Nathaniel smiled cryptically.“That isn't a cell phone,” Ephraim said. He hurried over and took the small device from the older man. “It's another controller.
