Crowley laughed. "You all look like you're seeing a ghost."
Ross rumbled a grudging chuckle. "It'd be all right if we saw the ghost, it's not seeing you that's disconcerting."
The air began to shimmer, somewhat like heat on the desert's face.
Crowley said, "Hey, the stuff's wearing off. Where're my clothes?"
"Where you left them. There in that bedroom," Ross said. "We'll wait for you." He went back and rejoined his associates. The door to the bedroom opened, there was a shimmering, more obvious now, and then the door closed behind it.
"He rejoined us just in time," Dr. Braun murmured. "Another ten minutes and he would have ... umah ... materialized down on the street."
Ross hadn't finished the discussion. He said, his face in all but pout, "What you don't realize, Pat, is the world has gone beyond the point where scientific discoveries can be suppressed. If we try to keep the lid on this today, the Russians or Chinese, or somebody, will hit on it tomorrow."
Patricia said impatiently, "Good heavens, let's don't bring the Cold War into it."
Ross opened his mouth to snap something back at her, closed it again and shrugged his bulky shoulders angrily.
In a matter of less than ten minutes the bedroom door reopened and this time a grinning Crowley emerged, fully dressed. He said, "Man, that was a devil of an experience!"