A few minutes later, Rubberman, Nightbolt, and I sat around the kitchen table in the Elastic Cave’s kitchen. We had decided it would be easier to talk if we all sat down and had something to eat. Specifically, we were having ham sandwiches prepared by Adams, who, like us, had been surprised by Nightbolt’s appearance in the Elastic Cave, which was why he was currently apologizing profusely to Rubberman as he placed our sandwiches in front of us.
“I am deeply sorry, Mr. Pullman,” said Adams as he slid a thick ham sandwich in front of me. He nodded at Nightbolt, who sat opposite Rubberman with his dog, Spike, lying at his feet. “I have no idea how Nightbolt got in here without my knowledge. I did not let him into the Cave or give him the access codes to the elevator.”
“No need to apologize
