Creature of Unknown Origin

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I shook my head, smiling. Spencer brushed some stray hair from my forehead, prompting

me to check in on him, too.

“Are you okay?” He managed to ask first.

“Yeah. Are you?”

“I think so.”

~ ~ ~

19 March

Mom and Dad —

I’m not sure how much time has passed since I disappear ed or what you think happened to

me, but I promise I’m okay… it’s just…

Complicated.

You see, someone (Dr. Annette Richards) built some kind of portal that can transport

people between worlds. I don’t think it was her intention, but somehow or another, her research

and pet project ended up pulling me from our world into hers. I don’t know how or why me, but

now I know that not only are people like me possible in our world, but other worlds or dimensions,

or whatever you want to call them, exist too.

It’s crazy, I know. What’s even crazier are the aftereffects of interdimensional travel

(seriously, I ended up with temporary amnesia. I’m fine no w — more than fine, actually).

(It’s a really long story, and I don’t know how to tell you and assure you that it’s r eally

me, your Gwynn).

All I can say is that it’s too dangerous for me to travel back. Howie— (Oh yeah, I have

friends here! I can’t believe it— I actually feel normal here, like the creature doesn’t exist. The

best part is, even though supernaturals don’t exist in this world, they’ve accepted me and don’t

even seem to mind it!) —anyway, Howie says that it’s too dangerous for me to travel back. He and

Dr. Richards don’t know what would happen to me if I went through the portal again, so Spencer

(you see, we me t during that whole “long story thing” I should explain and was n’t planning on,

but basically it boils down to the fact that he’s my “ knight in shining armor ”— well, mostly. To be

honest, I think we’re saving each other), asked whether it was possible to re build the portal so I

could send this letter. And that’s where I’m at now.