Five people get transported to a different dimension, where they have to figure out how to get back home. 

“What are you two doing?” Amara asked, directed towards Lucas and Sasha. The trio were sitting in the very back of the library along with two of their other friends, Kai and Alfie. Lucas and Sasha were quite focused on whatever they were doing on the library computer, and ignored Amara’s question. She walked over to their screen, and saw that they were trying to illegally stream movies. A pop-up advertisement kept stopping them.

“Just try pressing the advertisement? That may make it disappear,” Sasha suggested. Lucas nodded, and immediately clicked on the ad. A few seconds later, a wormhole started to form from the computer screen and sucked in the quintet.

With stunning shades of bright pink, purple and blue, the wormhole was beautiful. There were millions of vibrant stars in the distance, and it looked almost as if a supernova had occurred. After around thirty seconds of continuously falling, the group was dropped in a forest.

“The colours are all switched,” Sasha noticed.  “The sky is orange instead of blue and those daisies are black instead of white.”

“I think there’s a city there,” Lucas said, and pointed towards groups of massive, silver pentagonal prism shaped buildings. There were black screens on each face of each building, and they displayed the news.

The group was silent, until Alfie spoke up. “I don’t really think it’s the smartest idea to go towards the buildings.”

“We need to find a way home,” Sasha said.

“And how exactly would we do that?” Kai retorted.

The group fell silent, and all that could be heard was a rustle coming from a cluster of trees. The rustle grew louder, until a man emerged from the shadows of the trees. His hair was a dirty blonde, and his eyes were green like the trees behind him. He wore a black lab coat, with the logo ‘L.L. Labs’ embroidered on it. He looked strikingly similar to Lucas.

“I think I know how to get you folks back home,” he said. 

“Where are we right now?” Sasha asked. “I thought it was an alternate universe, but that isn’t possible, is it?”

“You’re half right.The term you’re looking for is ‘different dimension’. There are billions, maybe even trillions, of different dimensions. Travel between dimensions is abnormal, but not unheard of.”

“How do we go home?” Amara asked. “To the dimension we came from, I mean.”

“If we head over to the city there, we can go to my lab and hopefully find a way back home,” the clone said, and pointed towards the city that Lucas had pointed out earlier.

As they neared the buildings, they were able to read what the screens televised. On one screen, there was a tribute to the Queen who had passed away.

“Amara?” Lucas asked, looking at the news. “I think the Queen was your clone.”

The clone stopped at the base of one of the smaller buildings. He slid open the door, and let the group walk in.

“Why don’t we just use a time machine to get home?” Sasha asked, and pointed at a pale pink tray labeled ‘time machine prototypes’ .“If we go back in time, it should take us back to the library. Once the other group of us go through the portal, we can take their place. It’s messy, but that would cause the whole thing to be a loop.”

“Yes, that plan could work,” the clone said. “It is messy, and there is a lot to consider. However, it is most likely the only option.”

“Hey, I don’t mean to bother, but what’s that green cloud over there?” Lucas asked, and pointed out the window.

A green cloud was growing rapidly, and looked rather nasty. 

“The honest answer is that it is a type of poisonous gas, released on order from the government,” the clone said. “It causes whoever breathes it in to get quite sick”

A loud ringing caused the group to whirl around. The clone ran towards the phone, and immediately snatched it up. 

“L.L. Labs, what can I do for you?” He asked. “Oh. That is strange. Are you sure? Okay, very well then. Yeah, I can try. You’re what? Oh, you are outside the lab right now? I can let you in shortly.”

The looming figures of three people could be seen waiting outside the lab door. 

“Everyone, go downstairs,” the clone said, after hanging up. “Those people won’t be half as accommodating to you as I was.” 

As the group descended into the basement, they heard the door open and the conversation that followed.

“Answer my question,” a strange voice demanded. “Why is this green chemical not doing what I want it to do?”

“I don’t know,” the clone replied. “It’s not my creation.” 

“You should be able to fix it!” the voice boomed. “You’re the only competent person left, other than the creator herself.”

“I refuse to touch that formula.” the clone responded.“Talk to her, and see if she can make it lethal. I won’t hurt innocent people.”

The conversation continued for a good half hour. Once it ended, the laboratory door slid shut and footsteps started to descend into the basement. 

“I really do not think that I am going to have enough time to fix these machines,” the clone said, and handed out the time machine wristbands. “They will be back here at any moment.”

“He wanted me to help him make the green substance outside into a lethal weapon,” the clone said, understanding the silence. “I’m not doing it.” 

He wheeled over a whiteboard with instructions, and started explaining what the group should do.

“You folks would probably have to go back in time at least five hours,” the clone said. “To do so, just toggle with the numbers on your screen. For obvious reasons, please don’t mess with time.”

As the group pressed the red ‘okay’ button, they were sucked into the same kind of vortex that brought them here. The only difference was that the colours seemed significantly duller. They landed on the library floor, behind a row of bookshelves. 

“What are you two doing?” They overheard Amara say. 

“Okay, they’re about to press the button now.” Sasha observed. Lucas’ finger hovered over the button, antsy to click it.

Seconds after Lucas hit the button, the vortex started to form and engulf the prior group. 

They returned back to the chairs they were in, and started talking about how insane the trip they had been on was. As they chattered, the colourful hues of the sunset creeped into the library. It wasn’t very different compared to any other night, but the comfortable sameness made all the difference to the quintet. 

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