Parallels

'So anyway, after he died and things started to fall apart we got a tip about the Nyx and their nest. About what it was capable of doing. That got us thinking; if there’s another Earth with another Trevor who’s doing better, then maybe he could help us.' She wringed her hands, cast her eyes down. 'I wanted our leader back. I wanted…I wanted Trevor back.'

Trevor heard more than mere loyalty for a leader in her words.

Johnny, however, kept the conversation on track. 'So you managed to get a hold of this Nyx’s equipment? Can we not do that again?'

'No. We always knew it was a one-shot deal. But, hey, we’ll find another way home.'

'Wait a second,' Trevor interrupted. 'How many, um. Wait, how to phrase this? How many different ‘worlds’ are there?'

Reverend Johnny tried to answer, 'I have heard suggestions of an infinite number of parallel universes from theorists back in the days before the invasion. One would imagine-'

'Eight.'

'Eight?' The men echoed in unison.

'Eight different universes; eight different Earths at war.'

'What made you decide on, well, me from my world?'

'Look, this wasn’t a cruise. Time was not on our side, you know? I mean, I got kind of lucky. It just so happened you were doing pretty good. Your people weren’t going to miss you much. With all the success you had, well, I’m hoping The Committee won’t kill me over this.'

Surprised, Trevor asked, 'What do you mean?'

She curled her lip and admitted, 'Well, The Committee wasn’t really a big fan of this mission. They’re all about conserving resources. For them, we’re on the defensive now and we’re going to stay that way. We lost some people doing this, spent a lot of valuable fuel and ammunition, and I really can’t show them any results, you know?'

'You do have me,' he stated the obvious.

'Yes, but you’re not sounding too cooperative. I told The Committee…' she stopped and bit her lip again.

'You told them what?'

Johnny answered for her, 'She told them that you would stay and fight for them. That you would do it for her. '

She did not want to answer, but after several seconds of the men staring at her she said, 'Listen, I’ll get you home. I promise. And I’m sorry about stealing you away like this. But we’re dying here; it’s just a matter of time unless something changes. You can’t tell me that you don’t care what happens. We’re human beings, just like you.'

Trevor’s mind raced. He thought of a hundred reasons why he should walk away from this alternate reality and find a way home. He found a hundred more to stay and help.

In his mind, two facts stood out. First, he had no way home. Not yet. If he was going to find a way home it would be with the help of these people.

Second, he stood two feet from Nina Forest, talking to her without the cold distance of stolen memories. Yes, a part of him tingled excitedly, like an eighth grade kid finding out the girl he held a crush for would be sitting next to him in Algebra class.

'Trevor, I don’t know the big picture. I’ll bet you know more about that than I do. But we’re connected even if we’re from different universes. You want to draw my blood and test it? I’m not going to rip off a mask and actually be a big lizard or something. I mean, there’s no parasite controlling my body. I’m not an android; I have veins and a heart and lungs like you.

'Kidnapping you…luring you was not nice. I can see why you’re angry and I would be in your place, too. Especially to be brought here, where humanity is doomed. I only ask a few days of your time. See what we’re doing, maybe you can show us a way out of our bind. Maybe you can inspire our people.'

Reverend Johnny spoke in a deep but low tone, like a teacher trying to get through to a student, 'You only ask that he saves the people of this planet. Mr. Stone is busy trying to save the people of our Earth. Two worlds is a tall request for one man.'

Trevor gazed out the window. The last streaks of sun flickered off the buildings like embers of a fire smoldering away. He reached for the metal shutters and considered. Could he refuse her?

'I don't like being here. I'm not happy about it. But now I know there are eight different Earths facing invasion; eight places where humanity is under siege. Why? What's the grand plan at work here? If I can understand that plan, then maybe we can defeat it; for the sake of every person fighting and dying on those worlds. You said your Trevor knew of these Nyx things that allowed you to jump universes? What if he was on the trail of the answer?'

'Pray tell, what answer?' Johnny's voice carried an aggravated edge as he saw where Trevor's reasoning led.

'The answer to the question of 'why'?' He then narrowed his eyes at Nina and said, 'Do you agree that we must return to our world? Do you promise to help us find a way home?'

She nodded.

'Okay then,' he pulled the shutters closed. 'Take me to The Committee.'

– Nina gave the two men plain brown coveralls, matching the outfits worn by maintenance workers and non- combat personnel. She made sure Trevor wore a cap that fit snug over his head, hoping to hide his identity, for the time being.

She wore a short tan leather jacket over her black battle suit. Trevor and Johnny received a couple of windbreakers that were not adequate against the cold but would have to do for now because heavy jackets were in short supply.

The elevator took them to the first floor where they stopped at a security station just inside the heavy glass doors of the main entrance. Nina spoke to the military policeman there. Trevor believed her words may have actually awoken that man.

'We need ground transportation to the Operations Center.'

That guard grabbed a phone and made a call but his eyes kept glancing at the familiar-looking man in the brown coveralls and cap. Trevor tried not to make eye contact.

Nina took him aside and said, 'Most people have to walk around the city. Fuel is a luxury. Most of the traffic you see on the streets is military convoys, supply runs, or VIPs.'

The guard hung up the phone and said, 'Major Forest, transportation is on its way.'

'Major Forest?' Trevor repeated her rank. 'How good for you.'

'What am I,' she paused, stepped closer to him, and then whispered into his ear. 'What am I on your world?'

'Captain. But honestly, you could be whatever you wanted. My Nina chose to stay a field operative. She was — is- most at home doing something dangerous.'

She smiled. 'I see that’s at least one more thing I have in common with her.'

A vehicle arrived at the main entrance. Nina led the group outside into a blast of cold wind howling along the wide and dark empty street.

Trevor gave the sedan a quick look over. He saw a variety of styles from his home world: a touch of 50's flare with covered wheel wells, chrome trim, and a very aerodynamic profile.

He slipped into the rear seat with Johnny. Nina sat in the front passenger side. She told the soldier at the wheel their destination and off they went.

The engine rumbled to life and the driver steered them along the lonely streets. A few vehicles-mainly trucks and armored cars-traveled the roads. Trevor saw many parked vehicles, most of which had deteriorated to skeletons, probably farmed for parts.

He asked, 'What do you use for fuel?'

'Ethanol mixtures with gasoline for our vehicles, processed from oil. Some of our buildings and facilities use solar power, coal, and wood although we do have a nuclear reactor but it's tough to keep up and running due to a lack of parts and skilled technicians.'

Reverend Johnny joined the conversation, 'Tell me, have you adapted any alien technology for your uses?'