"I didn't know," Daniel repeats, the good-natured high edge of insistence pitching his voice up slightly. "I didn't get that memo either. And I was lost. Long day, and no one would give me directions, and before I know it I've run into this other rifty and we're both at Wilmot's and there's Satan just there, I guess, getting drunk. Or trying to. I don't know if that's actually possible. Anyway, he didn't freeze my internal organs solid so I'm calling that little encounter a win."

He still doesn't know how he missed the arrival of something so big other than he must have simply been so distracted over the adjustment period of living next to a multidimensional wavelength that sucks things through and dumps them out on the other side, including but not limited to, apparently, the Devil.