"Led O'Donnell? Yes, he's here, in room 707. I see you need to talk to him."

A woman opened the door to ward room 707 of the Harlington Hospital in Odessa, USA from which sunlight streamed copiously through the windows onto the dusted shelves, the cupboards and the floor, bathing everything in ochre. It was evening, hence the orange-y sunlight, and it was a cold cloudless day. 

A girl rushed into the ward, her eyes fixed on one point in front of her and lustre ebony hair bouncing on the small of her back. She had professional attire on, and a slender tie with a nametag around her neck: Kelly O'Donnell. She was blushing hard, her breath completely out of control.

Nevertheless, an excited smile was plastered on her face, her gaze fixed on the old battered bed which lay in the centre. A few white pillows lay on the latter, in a disorderly fashion, with one of them having a polka-dot design and another - hot pink patterns. The bed wasn't too big, yet it possessed a certain majesty that could only be achieved by the beds of the Harlington Hospital, one of the most advanced geriatric hospitals.

The girl decided to wait as she swiftly sat in an armchair by the bedside table. She sunk into it, and watched the sun set outside.

In a while, a shadow fell onto the sunset, marring the brilliantly-ochre light on the floor. The shadow started moving. A door creaked. A footstep sounded.

The girl looked up and saw an old man on crutches slowly moving towards her. Before he could say something, she sprang to her feet and held the old man under the arm.

"Dear gramps, let me help this once for you," she said, tone slightly strained due to her being a frail girl.

"No, please, my dear, I am not dead yet,-" he smiled, but his words cut off when a large gasp came from his exhausted body.

The girl pretended not to care.

"Of course you're not dead, gramps, but please sit while I give you the medication!" the girl exclaimed in a playful tone while the old man slowly sat down on the bed. He didn't flinch while the girl gave him medication; a minute passed in silence while he drank the liquid.

"Now, dear Kelly, let me lie on the bed and tell you a story," the old man said when the girl put the lid back on the medicine bottle. The girl helped him lie down and sat in the armchair by the nightstand. Her eyes were sparkling and her back was arched, and she twirled in her hands a pencil in anticipation of what he had to say.

"I know you are a fan of science and geology, Kelly," the old man started, "but what I am going to tell you isn't exactly following modern scientific concepts. You see, I was a young man, and I didn't believe in history and mythology when I was young. But that all changed when I was invited to a scientific mission which, generally, wanted to prove that science was important, and was the cause of everything that we imagine and feel. Yet later, I discovered things that weren't suited for my eyes to see.

"It all started with another dimension."

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