Journal Entry 599 of Special Agent Michelle Wilworth

Date: Unknown

Place: Unknown

Dear Nobody,

Have you ever felt deja vu?

I feel it every minute.

Every second.

Why?

Because I am stuck in a parallel world.

My universe destroyed itself. There was a war. A war with the rest of the universe and Planet Earth was losing. Sickness was running rampant. People were starving. Civil war was about to erupt against the New World Order. But, then, there was one big explosion and it was all over.

I survived and I don't know why I was spared.

It had been the plan of the last remnants of the Mystorians to send someone backward in time to stop the Echthroi from taking over the minds of the leaders of the world. It was a great plan. It would have worked if it had not been for the fact that at the exact moment I activated the time machine an underground anarchist movement activated a piece of technology made to wipe out the universe.

A few minutes ago I was thrown onto this little island in the middle of nowhere. There is a huge mansion a little ways over, but since it seems to be uninhabited, I wonder if I have landed at a dead time after this world died.

I am more than a little lost. My time machine's battery has gone out and it is recharging its batteries from the sun so it is impossible for me to tell when or where I am.

It is possible that this world may run faster than my world and this world never tried to fight off the rest of the universe alone. But they still would have died. They still would have lost. Everyone loses to the Echthroi. They do not fight fair in any way, shape or form.

All seems lost right now.

There is no protocol for these things and I do not know what to do.

I suppose that starting with the house might be the best course of action.

Setting her notebook down on the rock next to her, a medium-sized girl relaxed on the clean, green grass of the hillside. She was pale and pretty, but not overly so. Her clothing was a mix of military casual dress and 21st century indie/bohemian style. Her hair was a strange orangeish red color and was long enough that her braid nearly reached her waist.

It was certainly beautiful country. The hills seemed to roll on forever as hill usually did. But the sea looked strange to her. No sea she had ever seen had that clear of water. As she had written, there was no life apparent on this little island.

Now was as good a time as any to discover just what she had fallen into.