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Thursday, April 6, 2012

It has been almost a year and a half since my father left Portland to go research the Bermuda Triangle, and 3 months since my mother and I received the news that he was lost at sea, and that his body was never recovered. A few weeks later, my mother became an alcoholic. She left to go to a rehabilitation center this past Monday, because of her last "episode" when she became violent towards me. Since then, I've been looking for someone around my age to share the cost of an apartment with me, preferably far away from here. I've been home schooled my entire life, and because of my father's marine biology work, we moved around a lot, so I don't have any close friends, so I have nothing for me here anymore; not that I had much of anything here in the first place. Still, I digress. What's strange is the email I received this morning from the landlord of a small lot of beach houses in Miami saying that a Mr. Barker "would be happy to negotiate my moving in, and that there was a room for rent in a house with 2 other 18 year olds". At first, I thought it was really sketchy, and I almost forgot about it, but Miami is really close to the Bermuda Triangle, so this can't be a coincidence. My father had a theory that whatever we do in this dimension, affects all the other dimensions as well. Maybe this is what he meant. Some sort of subtle influence or Divine Intervention or whatev-

RING 

RING 

RING

"Hello? Yes, this is Clive Parker. Ludo? Hi. Yes, I'm leaving in the morning; it was very nice of you to pay for my plane down there, thank you. Well, I can't wait to meet you guys, and thanks again for everything. Yep. See you tomorrow."

Clive closed his journal, and continued packing for his flight. He was able to fit everything into 2 suitcases and a dufflebag. He had gone through what of his things he could take to a Goodwill, so he would have a lighter load for the move. The next morning, Clive woke up early and drove to the airport. He took his coach seat, put on his earphones and fell asleep.

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