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des me."Bentley took a close look at the door. People still were coming out of it, still four and five abreast, and there seemed no end to them. The door still hung there, as he first had seen it, a slightly ragged blob of darkness that quivered at the edges, blotting out a small section of the lawn, but behind and beyond it he could see the trees and shrubs and the play set in the back yard of the house next door.If it was a publicity stunt, he decided, it was a top-notch job. A lot of PR jerks must have beat their brains out to dream up one like this. How had they rigged that ragged hole and where did all the people come from?"We come," said the man, "from five hundred years into the future. We are fleeing from the end of the human race. We ask your help and understanding."Bentley stared at him. "Mister," he asked, "you wouldn't kid me, would you? If I fell for this, I would lose my job.""We expected, naturally," said the man, "to encounter disbelief. I realize there is no way we can prove our origin. We ask you, please, to accept us as what we say we are.""I tell you what," said Bentley. "I will go with the gag. I will take some shots, but if I find it's publicity…""You are speaking, I presume, of taking photographs. -"Of course I am," said Bentley. "The camera is my business.""We didn't come to have photographs taken of us. If you have some compunctions about this matter, please feel free to follow them. We will not mind at all.""So you don't want your pictures taken," Bentley said fiercely. "You're like a lot of other people. You get into a jam and then you scream because someone snaps a picture of you.""We have no objections," said the man. "Take as many pictures as you wish.""You don't mind?" Bentley asked, somewh