To the Ninth Dimension
John came back with the locator, the earring, and my saber.
I already had my sword with me, and now I had my saber too.
I looked over the locator and it was fairly simple: or at least that's how Marcus set it up. Marg just had to be in my ten-thousand-kilometer radius and we were good to go. But I had a feeling this wasn't going to be that easy. The ninth dimension was a different dimension, meaning it was probably pretty big like this one too. And was there any footing there? Was there oxygen there?
The longest time I'd been in the ninth dimension was about a minute long and I was holding on to Marg at the time. I couldn't quite remember much about the place and then there was the thing about those shadowy monster things.
But I'd already made up my mind. There was no going back now.
"They told me to tell you to be careful," John said, obviously concerned.