"That's the truth. I knew we'd get something, but I didn't know what. We got you. My husband is very psychokinetic."
The man shrugged. "He hardly looks it."
"Oh, don't let George fool you. He's potent that way."
"That's me," George said. "I'm a terrific catalyst. Ask Myra."
"He is," Myra said.
"Well, then I see it was all a mistake. Do you think he could get me back?"
"Of course he could get you back. You said yourself this was the strongest call on record. Get him back, George."
George smiled. He was beginning to like this. It all depended on him. The man with the enigmatic smile knew exactly what was going on, Myra knew to some extent what was going on, George knew almost nothing of it, but everything depended on him. "Why should I?" he demanded. "He only just came, and I'm not in any hurry to send him back."
"Please," the man said, and for the first time the smile began to fade from the corners of his mouth. "It was all a mistake, and now I'd better get back home before my wife finds out."
George felt cocky. "Well, it was your mistake, not mine, and I don't feel like sending you back yet. So I guess you'll stay right here."