You push away the stranger's hand, freaking out. Her smile turned into a grimace, and she no longer tries to touch you.
*Get lost,* you think. *Get away from me.*
Something akin to panic starts filling you. The last thing you remember before waking up in this alternate world was going to sleep in your own bed.
Now, you were in an apartment room, with furniture and fixtures you've never seen before surrounding you.
A faux family had been recreated, too, and it seems like God himself is playing havoc with your brain.
It's the third time you've been jumping through these dimensions now.
The second time you appeared in a hospital room halfway through eating dinner, and your loved ones had all vanished, replaced by what seems to be extremely realistic AI.
"But papa," she said again. "It's me. Meg."
"I have a daughter named Meg and she is nothing like you, bitch." Immediately she started tearing up, but you feel no remorse.
You swear at the heavens, vowing to fight your way back to your dimension, and lock yourself in Meg's room, trying to find a hint of any universe- spanning portal.
A black diary lies on her table, and you snatch it up, rifling through the pages, until you reach the most recent entry.
**11 June, 2011**
*Dad's dementia is getting worse.*