Chapter Nineteen

There was a lot written in it by some other people I had never heard of, so I kept flipping through it until I found Luke’s name.
So today I found out something extremely weird. Like, it was unbelievable at first. But I figure it must be true, because how can anyone make up something like this? I mean, this random dude in a brown suit just walks up to me and says, “Hey. There are alternate dimensions. Here’s a motorcycle. Take care of them.” He gives me little to know and practically no explanation at all. What the bloody hell is going on? He told me to keep this journal, because all of the previous dimension care takers or whatever you’re supposed to call them people kept it before me. I mean, I’m just some kid. I asked him what some of the perks were, and he said, “Seeing new places, meeting new people, and only aging when you want to.” Like that was possible. I’ve got enough here in my world to see, there’s seven billion people, I’ve got enough to meet. And as for aging… well, staying young forever would be nice. But Do I really want to mess up the natural order of myself? Well… I guess I’m fairly curious about that last one. I am rather dashing, if I do say so myself. I would like to keep this face for as long as possible. What the hell, maybe I’ll give it a shot. If I don’t like the job, I can always give it to someone else… right? Right?

I went on the job for the first time today. I took the motorcycle the man in the brown suit gave me, and drove it around. It rides really nice. And it can go through dimensions. How awesome is that? Well, I found out what alternate dimensions really are. They’re a bit like the parallel universes in Doctor Who. Man, I love that show. I feel like the Doctor. Except I can’t travel through time. Or space, really. I mean, dimensions, but I can’t go from here to there in a flash of a Police Box. Anyway, I guess I’m not the Doctor. But it all does feel very science fiction. It’s very interesting, though, because I’ve met a couple versions of myself in these dimensions. Well, not actually met. I didn’t want to approach them and have them ask me why the hell I look exactly like them. But I did see them! Damn, they were good looking. Ha ha. Well, I’m not exactly sure what it is that I should be looking for that could possibly mess up these inter dimensional whatever they’re supposed to be thingies, but we’ll just see how this goes. So far, I am not hating this job.

I know it’s been a while since I wrote in this journal, but that whole deal where I am supposed to be meeting a ton of people… my God, it’s actually amazing! So far, I’ve met a ton of awesome girls. Like, it has been excellent. This one girl I met at a bar, her name was Valerie Skins. My God, she was the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my life. (“Hmph!” I said as I continued to read Luke’s diary.) She was wearing this one dress, you know? And her hair… long, curly, and auburn ish brown. She was something, I’m telling you. She invited me over to her place, and said that she had some chocolate cake left over from her birthday party which was a couple of days ago. She said she had made it herself with some of her friends. It was literally the most amazing thing I have ever tasted in my life. Chocolate cake is excellent. Well, the cake wasn’t nearly as sweet as the desert I got after desert. I won’t go too much into detail, (“Thank God!” I said.) but I will tell you a little something about that night… (I skipped the rest of this entry because I was not interested in the least about Luke’s sex adventures.)

Honestly, I haven’t been doing much other than researching more about inter dimensional stuff, having sex with lots of women, and I frankly can’t remember the last meal I ate that wasn’t chocolate cake. I guess you can say life is pretty good. But I feel bad for some of the women I had sex with (“You deserve to feel bad!” I said.) because of the work that I constantly need to do and the research that I have to finish, the stuff I have to learn about what I need to do to protect the dimensions and all that stuff… well, it’s tough. And I don’t have time for girls or a relationship. But I like the sex. I guess it makes me feel less alone. I feel very alone. I guess that’s the only down side to this job… I can’t do it with another person. After all the research I’ve been doing, it seems very dangerous if something bad was to happen, and it is my job to fix it, and it would be all my fault if someone I knew or cared about got into danger because of me. I kind of do miss that old Valerie Skins, though. She was something. But every since I left her that morning before she woke up… yeah… it’s been kind of lonely. The whole of all the universes left out for me, and yet there is no other person there for me. I guess I am doomed to be forever alone.

So I was on the train yesterday, in my home dimension, going up to London. That girl that usually rides the train… I guess we sort of talked for the first time. Her name is Caitlin Whitewood, and…
“Caitlin!” I heard Luke call my name from inside the light house tower. “Are you getting the cake?”
“Yeah!” I said, closing the diary and chucking it back into the compartment.
Luke opened the door and came outside. “What’s taking you so long?”
“I, uh, couldn’t get the compartment open until just now. One of the little thingies was stuck.”
“Well, at least you’ve got the cake now.” He opened the box, picked up a piece with his hand, and handed it to me. I accepted it and started to eat as he picked up a piece for himself.
“I think the island is finally starting to quiet down,” Luke said.
I looked over at where the burning city of skyscrapers once stood, and now all I saw was a thin line of smoke rising into the black clouds.
“Yeah,” I said quietly. “All of those people…”
“We should get back as soon as possible,” he said.
I nodded. “Yeah, definitely.”
Luke pressed the usual buttons on the dashboard of the motorcycle. “Let’s just set this up as a navigation system so we don’t get lost once we get on the island. We want to be able to find the door quickly through all the ashes and stuff. So we’ll just hone in on the nearest door, and—”
“Lucas?” I interrupted.
“Yeah?”
“I don’t want to go back to my home dimension,” I said.
He looked up at me. “What do you mean? You just don’t want to go back?”
“I want to help you finish this,” I said. “I want to help you stop whoever is doing this.”
He shook his head. “I appreciate the thought, Caitlin, but it’s too dangerous for you. I don’t want you to—”
“Excuse me, but the last time I checked, you are not the judge to tell me what and what is not too dangerous for me. And besides, I have a role in this, too. Whoever did this could potentially be the one who killed half of my family.”
Luke sighed.
“Also, not to mention…” I put my hand on his shoulder, and he looked at me, for the first time, directly into my eyes, “I don’t want to leave you alone.”