Another Door
an excerpt

"Those of us who discover the rooms are not chosen at random, not merely whoever happens to turn a knob or lift a ring or push the wrong button in an elevator. We are chosen because we are part of what is needed. Each of us is part of what is needed."

And here there is some motion to the side, and another rank of stern-looking men comes into the now-crowded center of the Temple, escorting or surrounding or holding prisoner three more essentially ordinary-looking people: a woman with horn-rim glasses wearing khaki shorts and hiking boots, a very young and bewildered-looking man with a handful of crumpled papers, and a somewhat stout grey-haired man with a sour expression and a fresh-looking black eye.

Anderson smiles.

"Ah," he says, "I believe we are all here now. Soon, it can begin."