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The Wormhole is a story about traveling through time in and space in a multi-verse where you cannot undo what has already been done. When a loved one is lost to death, and you know you cannot save them, what do you do? Where do you go, or, more importantly, when do you go?

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“Then, he walked out of the room. I heard a noise, like a bang or pop. I ran out and he was gone, no trace. I swear to you, that is exactly how it happened.” The phone trembled in my hands as I waited for her response.

“I don’t know Daniel. This is quite the story. And you’re positive this is no dream or hallucination, I mean, theoretical time travel is one thing, but this sounds like a little bit o’ crazy.”

“I know, I know. Just, come over, okay. We can take a look at the flash drive and see what the hell is really going on. I, I just need an anchor, you know, someone to make it real and not just insanity floating all around me.”

“So, you’re serious then? This isn’t an elaborate prank or…”

“No! Dammit, listen to me. That was me in here – that was me. Not a vision or a hallucination. I swear to you Kelly, this is by far the weirdest and most intriguing thing that has ever happened to me.” As I spoke to her, I started picking up the pieces of broken Plexiglas and papers that had loosened themselves from the neatly folded bundle. One of them was a picture of me and Kelly. We were smiling next to an odd cylindrical structure. It appeared to be 7 or 8 feet tall, and was composed of a series of chrome cylinders of differing diameters. There were a few nodules here and there, breaking up the smooth chrome surface. The top foot of the device was tapered and the base was thick, perhaps 3 feet in diameter. It was hard to tell because of the tubes and wires sprouting from it. There also appeared to be a fine mist around our feet, the cables snaking into it and disappearing.

“Look, just come over, you have to see this. I found a photo.”

“A photo?”

“Yeah, and it looks like I don’t have to worry, it appears you will be coming over.”

“What do you mean?”

I flipped the photo over. It was dated 5/29/77. There was also a series of alpha-numeric and Greek letters printed in the bottom corner. “Because you’re in this photo and it was taken 31 years ago.”