The bed dominated the small space. In fact, he noticed, it was the only piece of furniture. There was one doorway, and it didn’t have a door—just an opening. Pale yellow light shone from the hallway outside, brighter to the right.
Curiosity got the better of him and Andrew slipped out of bed. The floor, despite being stone, was warm on his bare feet. Only then did he realize he was no longer naked. He ran his hands down the white shirt, noting the way the smooth material shimmered in the dim light. The pants fitted perfectly and despite the rather lackluster shade of dark green, he wondered if maybe he could find some on Fifth Avenue. Well, if Fifth Avenue still existed as it once had been.
Out in the hall, the voices were louder, and he thought he recognized one of them. Mikhail, huh? I
