The Wounded World

by Michael Vu

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  When he woke up it was dark outside. The house was silent, indicating that the scientists had gone. He climbed groggily out of bed, pulled a shirt from the closet, and stumbled down the stairs. He noticed that he had fallen asleep with his shoes on. Flipping on a light, he saw the Door sitting there as inconspicuously as ever, but somehow still glaring angrily at him. Quin glanced at his watch. It was almost time.

  He stood in front of the Door, this time filled with trepidation and hope, and stepped through.