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I made a mistake. I left a hard copy of my map, and other pertinent
information regarding the mysterious slew of missing persons, in my attic room
at my landlord’s house. She found it, and called the cops on me. They say that
I’m a danger to myself, and possibly to others. I was able to stop today’s
disappearance by destroying the Westfall portal, but I don’t know what I’m
going to do tomorrow if I can’t get myself the hell out of here. They’ve
locked me in this all white room. It’s not padded, but we all know that they
think I’m mentally unstable. Fortunately, they never found my emergency social
box in my special underpocket. It’s a USB stick-sized computer with a small
screen that only works through voice transcription. It takes a really long
time to make sure that neither I nor the device has made any mistakes. It has
two buttons. One opens up transcription, while the other accepts other
commands, like punctuation, and moving the cursor. A wheel on the side scrolls
through the text and menu items for file management. Forgive me if I ended up
missing something. I bought this at the internet cafe a long time ago. Posting
here is a secondary function of the device, but it was mostly invented for
protection. If you’re mugged, and they take your regular phone, this will
allow you to make a call, or send a text message without all the proverbial
bells and whistles. I don’t need to send a message to anyone, though, because
everyone I thought I could trust has turned against me. I just need to get my
story out, and maybe one of my readers can do something about this total
misunderstanding. I’m not crazy. I really am from another universe, and I
really do need to stop others from accidentally being spirited away from it.
Please, you have to break me out. I’ll do anything; pay anything, even if I
have to do it in installments. I don’t belong in this room!
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