My life is...like...shit...so I blame that for my lack of promptness or whatever it's called...bleh, I'm tired, I stayed up all night writing fanfics and now I'm so fucking tiiiirrreeeddd...but I have to start this now...gah...
He hissed in pain. "You're obviously not telling us something! What is it?"
Glowering furiously at him in distaste, she hissed, "If I didn't need my help, you can rest assured I'd try my hardest to kill you."
"Help? For what?"
She suddenly looked small and nervous, eyes darting around. "It...it's hard to explain. You see, the dimensions, you have all three normal ones, length, width, and height. After the first three, there are more dimensions. Like the fourth."
His head spun. "There are multiple dimensions?" She frowned. "Of course. Keep up."
"Time is omnipresent in all dimensions, so the fourth dimension is magic. You see, it permeates the entire dimension and makes it the most unstable. The most horrific things exist there, but there are also the most beautiful things you'll ever see, but the entire fabric of the dimension is slowly falling apart.
"Think of all of the dimensions stack on top of each other. As one is slowly destroyed, parts of it will fall through-"
England gasped suddenly and his face blanched. "...then-then you're from-"
"The fourth dimension."
He stood shakily. "If you're multidimensional, then why are you here?"
She crossed her arms. "I particularly like our dimensions the way they are right now, thank you. The dimension will stabilize itself over time, but certain forces are tearing it apart faster than it can repair itself. We need your help." Pulling him by the hand, she led him into the house. "They should be awake. If you feel like saving our worlds, we're going to have to do something now."
He ran a hand through his hair. "Guess it's now or never."
She patted him on the back. "That's the spirit."
I know this is really short, but I needed to explain the whole concept of dimensions before I went on with the action. Expect the next chapter soon.