​     Actually, she created the office as they rose. 

     Four walls and a ceiling formed around them. Silveria created ferns and paintings of flowers on the wall, all silver. Overhead lighting bathed everything in silver. 

     "Professional enough for you?" she asked. 

​     "You need our help," Adam said. 

     "We both need all the help we can get."

​     "I need to be able to see my family at all times," Gramps said. 

     "I'm not sure I can make that happen," Silveria replied. 

     "Of course you can. Everything around you is you. I know you can replicate anything. You replicated an entire amusement park a few years ago, as I recall." 

     "That really wasn't me so much as..."

     "So replicate some monitors and camera drones."

     Silveria looked skyward, like, please. Then, to Adam, "You think you can help me out here?" 

    "I want to stay in contact with my family at all times," Gramps said. "That needs to be settled before we can go any further."

     Silveria suddenly got furious. 

     "We don't have time for this shit!" she bellowed. "You want to save your universe or don't you?"

     Still, even as she spoke, a silver monitor rose from a silver desk, and on the screen of the monitor was an image of Gramps' van, untouched. 

     It was a complete phony. Silveria had no intention of letting Gramps know what she planned to do with the real van.   

CONTINUE