As I drifted in and out of consciousness, I realized that I had arrived in the new universe. As I struggled to find the energy to climb out of the wrecked mechanism, I realized that there were shouts all around me. I couldn't hear all the words, but it seemed like they were talking about me. 

"What... that crash... the patch of... over there.. smoke… not… call Alden... out of range... wait... someone... Sophie, try... wait... someone's in there... is she... think... Elwin... NOW!" I stared at the 6 shadowy figures all leaning over me. But I was only worried about one. I could've sworn that it sounded just. Like. Dex. But that's impossible. He... I can't even think about that. One of them must be a telepath, because I clearly heard everything will be ok in my head before I passed out again. 

I woke up in a room that gave me a strange sense of deja Vu. As I reflect on my photographic memory, I realize it looks almost exactly like the room in Everglen that I stayed in whenever the need arose. My head was still foggy, and I was just thinking how strange it was when I heard a familiar voice say, "You're awake. Drink this." What? As the man walks into my sight, I know exactly who he is, because he is from my universe. Did the machine not work? Did he somehow come with me? If that's the case, why is he already back on his feet? A million questions race through my brain, as I drink the instructed bottle. After I finish, he asks how that felt. 

"good..." I replied. More questions flow in my brain as I ask, "Elwin?" He looks surprised. 

"How do you know my name? I don't believe we've met..." But... this doesn't make sense. I know Elwin. And pranks aren't his thing. 

"Nevermind," I mumble, but not forgetting that this was an issue. 

"Do you think you're up for some guests with some questions for you?" He asks. I reply with a curious, "sure," and he opens the door. In file 8 familiar faces, and one new one. Elwin props me up on some pillows, as I grow more and more confused. I say each person's name as they stand around my bed. 

"Alden... Fitz... Biana… Tam… Linh… Bronte… Oralie… Mr. Forkle?" And then the new girl stands next to Fitz. "Who are you?" I ask. 

"I think that's what you should be answering." She replies. "And how did you know all our names... Except mine?" 

"I'm Lori Ruewen. And if my plan worked, then I'm from another universe."