The view was breathtaking, Tony had to admit that. It felt, sitting there, like he could see to the ends of the Earth, and beyond, into eternity. The sky was as brilliant a blue as he’d ever seen, and the clouds below were a sparkling white plane.
“Thanks. Third floor.” Innana said, as she stepped onto the elevator. She was glad they’d held the door for her: She might have been late otherwise.
“Why’s everyone going to the third floor? Anyone on this elevator going anywhere else?” One of the other girls asked.
“I have to meet someone in room 320.” A voice said.
“No way.” “Who?” “Me too.”
“Wait. We’re all going to room 320?” Innana asked.
Everyone nodded their heads.
A man finds the origin of the story of the mythical ‘ambrosia’, and finds that it has nearly magical effects on himself — and others.