After I dusted them off, I placed them in the radio. The radio seemed heavier now, and I struggled to focus on the wall of the asylum. Pain radiated from both of my pinkies and up my hand. They throbbed and it felt horrible. I turned the radio on, and horrible music played in reverse. I studied the shadowy areas and saw something begin to stir in the shadows. My body trembled as I watched and waited. A face emerged and then two glassy eyes peeled open. It was not her. I looked into its eyes and shouted.

I said, "give me Heather back!" I lifted the high-beam flashlight from the backpack and shined it onto the Wallwalker. The shadows surrounding the monster shrank until all I saw was the husk of a creature pinned against the wall. It blended into it, much like a chameleon, and it scurried to the opposite end of the building, in an attempt to bathe itself in shadows. I followed it with my flash light, and its skin began to blister.

It's head, that of a wolf skull, shrieked. The creature reached into its mouth withdrew something I could hardly recognize. It threw this thing at my feet, and there it lay. A lump of mass. I clicked off the flashlight and the Wallwalker disappeared. I examined the lump of whatever this thing is and realized it was the husk of a man. His arms were twisted and folded over his face, and his limbs were contorted. This man's skin was gray, and blistered. I peeled back his arm, and then his face was revealed.

This man was the man who bit the antenna long ago. The same man who spoke about the Wallwalkers, the man who caused Havenbrook to shut down long ago. A Wallwalker was using his body as a mask. What did these creatures truly look like, if not this? The man rolled over and took a deep breath in. He was alive. How? How was he still alive.

He coughed and said, "they're aliens. That radio opens the gateway between their dimension and ours. We live—" he coughed, "we live—side by side." He rolled over on his back and his eyes rolled into his head. His chest stopped rising, and I can only assume he died. I looked up at the wall and the creature remained. It split itself in two, and the skull of bear and the skull of a pig gazed at me. I flashed my flashlight on it and the creature spit out someone I didn't recognize. The person was woman, and she heaved for a moment before she died.

I kept the flashlight on it, and the Wallerwalker hurled Heather onto the ground. She slid across the pavement and bumped into my knees. Tears streamed down her face, and when I touched her, she screamed. I scooped her in and held her. She pushed against me, and punch at my chest.

I said, "it's me, it's me!" Heather freed herself from my arms and scooted backward. As her eyes fell on me, she screamed. The expression on her face, the way her lips curled, and the horror in her eyes suggested something was wrong.

She screamed, "Brian, help!" I sat in front of her, but she... She couldn't tell that I was Brian. What?

I leaned forward and said, "Heather, Heather! It's me! What's happening right now?" Heather scurried to her feet and began to ran away. I stood up and pursued her. She ran toward the street, and I lunged for her waist.

She turned onto her back and kicked at my stomach. Heather screamed, "stop, you're a Wallwalker!" I covered her mouth and tried my best to shush her. Heather's eyes were blue. Blue. I leaned back. This isn't my Heather. My Heather had brown eyes. She kneed me in the groin and I tried to not to flinch.

I said, "Heather, stop. Stop! I'm not a Wallwalker. What do you see?" She bit at my arm. Her nails dug into my cheeks, and she pushed me away. I dropped to my knees as she ran away. How could she think I was a Wallwalker. I refused to chase her. I do not know that Heather, and I do not know where my Heather is. I returned to the asylum and looked at the wall. The creature still remained. I aimed the high-beam flashlight at it and from it shot a beam of shadows. I dropped the flashlight, and its beam fell upon my skin. It burned, and I inched away from it.

What? I looked around and the moon was high, but it was day. I searched the sky for the sun, but found nothing. Oh no. I looked at my own arms and noticed they were elongated. How did this happen? I think I understand now. The shadows were light. The darkness is light. I think I understand. The light from the other dimension is darkness in this dimension. I became a Wallwalker? I approached the asylum and the Wallwalker on the side of the building watched me with intrigue. Once I approached the doorway, I searched for a mirror. I realized then, the floor was to my right side, and the ceiling was to my left.

How did I become one of these. The Wallwalker with the pig head approached me. She extended her hand for mine.

She said, "your blood binds you to us." I know this voice. I looked into the eyes of this creature, and they were gray. They were Heather's. This was my Heather. My blood? The act of putting my pinkies into the radio? We walked down the wall and together we stood before a windowpane. My haunting reflection gazed back at me. My head was the skull of a rabbit, and my eyes were gray. Why a rabbit. I turned toward Heather and examined her skull. Why a pig?

I said, "who was that blue-eyed Heather?"

Heather shrugged. Whoever that Heather was, I think I freed her. As for my Heather, I hold her hand, and together we stand, watching the light grow on this bright day. 

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