Chapter Twenty-six

KYLE'S P.O.V.

All through my seventeen years of life, my mind had been programmed by books, science, people and plain common knowledge, to believe wholeheartedly that the possibility of human teleportation could only exist in fairy tales and science fiction. But now... I felt like a veil had suddenly been lifted off my face.

Standing in some strange woods and wondering how I got here is not something that just happens. Truth be told, it sincerely made no sense and yet again my existence was more senseless.

Poor Albert laid passed out on the dried-leaves carpeted floor of our new environment, while Mathew and Becky both rallied around his unmoving pale form trying to revive him.

Mathew was panicking out of his mind but Becky looked surprisingly calm and focused while administering CPR to him.