Powder Blue Pocket Watch
The black-tipped wings of night slowly encircled the halo of the day, and within the hour the vermillion blood of sunset fell into the hands of darkness. A weary traveler, too clean for his expiate profession, was slowly making his way down the swale that led to the ashen valley he called home. A grotesque place, there was no boundary to the dank stench that wafted from the misery of the valley. A place only inhabited by those that knew it well, for making friends with it was near impossible.
This traveler, this peregrinating peddler, came to a halt on the outskirts of the valley. Night settling around him, he idly scratched his snow white beard, untouched by the drifting flecks of brown and black. He was polished from head to toe, as always. A small black purse hung from his soft grip, he was a man of no harm, a man of no urgency. His name, unimportant to us now, but will be in the coming moments.
For this man did not stop for no reason, he stopped for a purpose. For lying in the valley of ashes, sprung up by whatever natural force so desired, a brilliant green pipe protruded from the ground, causing a disparity between the foul nature of the valley and the bright hue of itself. The man, who we can call a doctor, continued to scratch his beard, puzzled by the appearance of such an instrument.
"Odd," the man spoke aloud, "I don't remember this."
He was right to say so, and remember it not he did indeed. The pipe had come while he was away, tending to patients in other realms of the human plane. But this pipe was not part of the human plane, it was from a separate dimension altogether. The pipe is not the only of its kind, many pipes like it exist, and appear when other dimensions are in dire need of help.
He approached the note, this wandering doctor, ever so cautiously and calmly. What lay in this pipe was a mysterious to him, so he advanced with concern. But his thoughts were alleviated when he noticed it was empty, a bottomless hole with no regards for light or space.
Then he noticed the note.
Please listen closely dear doctor, for times are grave. This pipe will lead you to a new world, one not quite unlike your own. We need your help, so please take this request with much weight, for only you can ease our pain Dr. Flintome.
Dr. Flintome paused, he knew nothing of other worlds or extra dimensions. He only considered the possibility, and this could all be a hoax.
But why not, thought the doctor. Snapping out his powder blue pocket watch, the doctor noted the time as 8:06 PM at night. Clicking the heels of his light pink dress shoes together, the doctor stepped into the darkness of the pipe, and left the world he knew behind.