"Patrick…" a voice called from afar. It sounded mildly familiar.

"Wake up..." another voice said. This one even more familiar.

"You need to rise…" the first one said.

"Please, Pat…" the second one said somberly.

"AWAKEN!" the first one said, and like a jolt of electricity that ran through me, I gasped and opened my eyes. In front of me was George with a shocked look on his face.

"Oh thank God!" he exclaimed. "I thought you were dead!"

"I honestly thought so too…" I muttered, but he was too ecstatic to notice my words. I looked around, "Where's the other person?"

"Other person?" George asked. "What other person? I came here alone."

"But…" I trailed off as I realized George really thought it was just me and him. Maybe it was. George shook his head. His dark brown hair was long of enough to lag behind as he shook.

"Nevermind that!" he said. "We've got a problem!"

"The fact that Godzilla is real?" I said.

"Not only that," George said. "But he's headed towards the Atlantic Ocean!"

"Isn't it good that he's leaving the US?" I asked.

"Maybe," George said. "But the problem is that he's going past Maine!"

My eyes widened in fear, "My mom and sister live in Portland!"

"Exactly!" George exclaimed, but then he looked down. "I don't know how we'll get there before Godzilla though."

"There's got to be a wa-" I was interrupted when we heard footsteps on the rubble.

"Hello? Anyone here?" A male voice called out. Around a ruined building came a group of firemen!

"Over here!" George shouted, once the firemen saw us, they came running over.

"Are you two okay?" one said, probably the captain.

"Yeah," George said. "But we need to get to Maine before Godzilla does!"

"Is that what that monster's called?" one of the firemen said.

The leader ignored him, "I'm sorry, but all of the nearby airports are closed off. I don't believe there's any way to get there fast enough, why?"

"My mom and sister are there," I said dejectedly, looking down.

"Don't worry," the firemen said reassuringly. "It's a national emergency, so everywhere is being alerted. I'm sure they'll be fine. Let's get you two out of h-"

I looked up once the fireman abruptly stopped talking, all of a sudden he fell to the ground, still as a rock.

"What the he-" one of the other firemen was cut off as he too fell to the ground.

The other three firefighters must've realized what was going on.

"Take cover!" one said. We all ran over to the nearest pile of rubble tall enough to block whatever was shooting at us. I heard a grunt and looked back to see another fireman fall. But he was still moving! I quickly turned around, I couldn't sit by and do nothing!

"Patrick!" I heard George call from behind cover. "What are you doing?!"

"Being an idiot!" I joked, even though I was deathly afraid of being shot.

I reached the fireman, who was trying to stand up, but kept failing.

"I got you!" I said and started to pull him up.

"Gah!" he shouted in pain. "My leg!"

Suddenly, something whizzed past my ear! It was probably a bullet or something.

"Crap!" I exclaimed, struggling to keep the fireman upright.

"Leave me!" he shouted, which was pretty brave to say, but that just inspired me to keep going. I kept walking, keeping the fireman with me, eventually we reached the spot where George was at. Somehow no more bullets came. I set the fireman down, he was bleeding from his leg, not too much, which was good. It also looked like the bullet just grazed him.

"Geez Patrick," George said to me. "You could've died!"

"I didn't," I said, making sure the fireman was comfortable. "Where are the other two?"

"They said they were going to radio for help," George said. "That's if they made it back to the truck."

"I'm sure they did," I muttered.

"Hey," the fireman groaned as he straightened himself, he didn't seem to be too badly hurt. "Thanks."

"You're welcome, Mr?" I stopped as I realized I didn't know his name.

"Nathaniel Wegman," he said. "You two?"

"I'm Patrick Jackson," I introduced myself.

"I'm George Daniels," George said.

"Tell me, what were you two doing here?" Nathaniel asked.

"I was looking for Patrick," George said. "He worked at the Empire State Building."

"How did you survive?" Nathaniel said.

"I honestly don't know," I said. "Guess I'm lucky."

"I guess so," Nathaniel said, raising his eyebrows.

"Humans," two female voices said suddenly. I recognized those voices from somewhere.

The three of us turned our heads, looking for the source. But we couldn't find anyone around.

"Who's there?" I called out.

"Down here," the voices said. We looked down towards the ground in the same direction. To my surprise, there were two instantly recognizable fairies standing on a piece of rubble.

"Holy crap…" Nathaniel said. "I must be hallucinating."

"I don't think you are…" I said. If Godzilla was real, then Mothra's fairies can also be real.

"You're not," they said simultaneously. "We are real."

Then something clicked in my head. "I wasn't hearing one voice was I?"

George turned to me, "What the hell are you talking about?"

"When Godzilla attacked the city," I explained. "I was still in the Empire State Building. I saw him start to breathe his atomic breath, while I was still in my boss's office."

"How'd you get out?" George asked.

"I heard a voice say jump," I said.

"So you risked listening to a random voice?" George said, dumbfounded.

"If I didn't jump," I argued. "I would've sealed my fate anyways."

George tried to say something, but realized I was right.

"Correct," the fairies said. "And to answer your first question, no. You heard two voices. Us."

"So," Nathaniel said. Finally speaking up, he had probably just come back to reality. "Who are you two."

"We're the fairies that speak for Mothra, you can call me Rei, and her Fei," the left one said. It would be troublesome to remember who's who. But for now, Rei was on the left, and Fei was on the right.

"Okay," I muttered. "Wait, so you're saying Mothra is real too?!"

"Who's Mothra?" George said.

"Mothra is the guardian deity of Earth in the universe Beta," Fei said.

"Woah," George said. "Are you saying-"

"You're from another universe…" I finished. "I was right."

The two fairies smiled, "Yes Patrick you were right, there is a multiverse."

"Damn," George said. "Here I was thinking that you were crazy." We chuckled for a second, then something else came to mind.

"Why save me, of all people?" I asked.

The two fairies looked at each other. But then another voice came from behind.

"Because kid," George and I swiveled around. "You're special."

The owner of that voice, with his short black moustache, bald head, and brown trench coat, was none other than…

"Don Frye?" Nathaniel raised his eyebrows.

"Who's Don Frye?" he asked. Looking at the injured fireman. "My name's Captain Gordon of the Gotengo, and we have ourselves a situation of monstrous proportions."