Professor Faulkner sat motionless at the steering wheel of the parked Audi. His passengers waited on his pronouncements, consumed by curiosity. They all supposed he would be the person, from the heights of his academic standing, to decipher what had happened to them. In this, they would be disappointed because it was he who sought explanations.
“What happens when you move from one dimension to another? How do you feel?”
Rick turned around in the front passenger seat and stared at the other two.
“I can only say in my case, it’s as if I witness an exchange of matter. It’s like a mist enveloping me and it replaces itself with...er...solidity. I’m not clarifying it very well, but it’s as if the air before me splits – I call it a portal – and I plunge through. But in doing so, it affects the
