Earthquakes were nothing new to Virginia, since the atomic fire that burned deep into the bowels of Earth Two had released surface strain from time to time as it ate its way through compressed rock-strata.
She sat up in bed and reached for her clothing. No matter what it was it was still better to face trouble dressed.
She was slipping into her frock when the door burst open and, there was Ed Bronson—whom she believed that she had sent to Earth Two. Virginia recoiled automatically.
There was Ed Bronson—whom she believed she had sent to Earth Two.
"Hi," said Bronson cheerfully.
Virginia blinked—mentally, actually and figuratively. According to her mental record of the proceedings, Bronson had every right to extract any penalty he deemed fit.
Dubiously, she replied, "Hi."