"You have a point," Mike conceded and then thought very, very hard about the bottle of grand champagne cognac that he'd been given as a bribe to not go into 1408. He had anyway. But on the plus side it was a great liquor and it'd also been the accelerant he'd needed to get a good blaze going.
And wouldn't you know, it appeared directly in front of him like it'd been here this entire time. "Well, shit," he said, surprised. Booze on demand. Every author's dream come true.
"Do you have a special ability then?" He turned the cognac a bit to inspect the label. "Wait, can alive people not see you here?" Mike didn't have that problem, not even a little bit.