I went over to his place, prepared to travel.
It was the same thing again, to start with. The cigaret in the jade-green holder and lying down on the bed and relaxing.
But this time I seemed to reach the glittering worlds a lot sooner. Then one of the worlds spun closer. It loomed bigger and its surface separated into oceans and continents. Unfamiliar ones.
There was a rushing, roaring sensation as I turned over and over, and then I was walking along a lane in a peaceful countryside, with Jones beside me.
"Do you like it?" he asked, without speaking the words.
My mind answered, "It's beautiful. This isn't our world."
"This is Uru," he said. "It is my world."
Then I noticed that he wasn't dressed the same. Instead of the black suit and the blue shirt and white tie, he was wearing knee-length shorts, blue, topped by a wide belt of metallic-looking leather. He wore a thin circlet of the same material around his head. It held in the center of his forehead a heraldic device, as if it were a mark of rank. Except for sandals he wore nothing else. His body was a light tan.
I noticed then that I was dressed similarly, except that there was no circlet around my head.