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Twenty minutes later, Ross was cussing up a storm again, this time very loudly. He was hot, unbearably thirsty, and his thighs and calves were killing him. This cliff was like a Stairmaster from hell. He looked up and released a long wheezing hiss. A low groan slipped from him when he realized he was only about half way up and still had a long way to go before he reached the top.
Maybe I’ll be lucky and there will be a water fountain at the top of the cliff; or better yet, a beer kiosk, he thought with a bitter sigh of frustration.
Turning and pressing his back against the rough rock, he gazed out at the ocean again. His eyes widened in trepidation, and he forgot about everything when he suddenly realized that he really wasn’t on Earth – at least not any Earth that he recognized. The
