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"Fuck me!" Tim shouted, quite literally hurling his phone across the room. It bounced off the wall and fell silently onto his bed, leaving a mark above the headboard. He had tried every number in his cell phone. Sophia, obviously, the cafe, the police, the hospital, that one person he had to do a group project with his senior year of college, everyone. The phone never got through the first ring. He had been trying for roughly three hours, his sense of time completely gone by this point.

The door was locked too. He had already tried breaking it down. It would not budge. And the portal was also, conveniently, right where the window would usually be. Perfect.

Tim stared at the portal, shaking his head, breathing heavily. He knew what it was that he needed to do. He knew what he was supposed to do. He really didn't want to do it. It was the only way, though, he knew it. And so, he did it. He went in. His entire body was a shaking, nervous mess. He stepped through, and he felt the entire world stop.

[i]Oh.[/i]

Ten minutes later, he stepped out. He was emotionally drained. Everything was gone. He couldn't even begin to process what had happened. He grabbed his phone off the bed, checking the bars. Perfect service. He tried the door. It opened without any hassle. Any other time, he would be annoyed at this situation. But right now, he just moved. his eyes glazed over, his body on auto pilot.

He pulled out his phone, texting Sophia.

[i]Went in portal. Come over tomoro after work[/i]

He tossed his phone onto the coffee table and collapsed onto the couch, falling asleep instantly.