“You must tell me what he gave you”
Marks shook his head. He looked up, straight at the stranger.
“I found a baseball out there, that was weird”
The stranger smiled.
“The baseball is a symbol, a door, a key to our world”
A gun at his side. Marks grabbed it, stood up. Took aim.
“Start talking, who are you, you one of them?!”
“Do what you have to do, Marks”
No more games. He fired. Killing the only man who knew Sarah’s exact location. He would not come to this realization until much later. He made his way to the door to his right.
Went through it. The door locked behind him. The new room he was now standing in…was exactly the same.
Same lights in the distance.
Same bed.
Same gun.
All but the corpse of the man he’d just murdered. Everything was the same. No going back. Coincidence, he thought. Walked right across the room. Went through the same door. Again, the door locked right behind him.
Again, the same room.
Now he was scared. He kept his cool. At this point, his only thoughts were of Sarah…