Letter in a Bottle

Jim’s heart was pounding. He had so many questions. John, however, had already made it quite clear that there wasn’t time for questions.

Jim took the hint and started running after John, who, for a levitating piece of paper, was very fast. Jim ran as fast as he could, trying his hardest to ignore the furniture around him being blasted into the void.

Suddenly, while Jim was running, he got yanked aside by an unknown force. The force was John, but when Jim asked how John just pulled him to the side when he didn’t have arms, John just cut him off.

“IT’S NOW OR NEVER! Please don’t tell me I made a mistake. Use your gift, NOW!”

Jim had no idea whatsoever what John was talking about, but he decided to be hopeful. This was a smart decision, because right before a bright fluorescent purple beam was about to disintegrate Jim, a swirl of yellow-green flashed, and the world turned black.

Jim, once again, woke up to the John’s yelling: “DON’T YOU EVER DO THAT AGAIN!”

Jim groggily opened his eyes to a letter floating gracefully, which contrasted sharply from the words coming out of the letter’s mouth. “You are so lucky your gift manifested right then. Do you know what it feels like to have your life flash before your eyes???”

Jim, tired and disoriented, responded, “Yes, I know what my life flashing before my eyes feels like. You were the one hiding behind me. Also, you’re the one who was lucky. I was the one who teleported us out of here. And, one last thing, can you explain to me why there were two towering aliens chasing us?”

Teleporting worlds already took a great amount of Jim’s energy, so after this outburst, Jim fainted again.

When Jim woke up, it was nightfall. At least, Jim thought it was. The sky had transitioned from a light yellow when Jim first got here, to a deep, royal purple.

“Ah, you’re awake,” said John. “After giving it a lot of thought, I have decided to explain to you what is happening currently.”

Although hungry, Jim at least felt less woozy now, so he agreed to indulge in the deep lore of Augustus John Bethren the 22nd, 6th ranked letter assistant.