John grabbed an empty paper coffee cup from the counter and tossed it through the book. We watched as it landed on the filthy concrete floor on the other side of the portal, then rolled to a stop. Nothing else happened, so we closed the book and re-belted it. Amy said, “That confirms something that we already knew or should have known. From now on, you definitely don’t want to put your face right in front of the book when you open it.” I said, “Because of the smell?” “Because that guy on the other side might throw a rock and smash your face in.” “Ah, right.”
