Parallel world. United States

This story was told to a certain Miriam Golding, a resident of Chicago.

Once, just leaving the Elevator, she found herself in an unusual place, another dimension or parallel world. The story goes from her face and she said years later, when he was already a lady at the age. Her whole story is transmitted in great detail. This incident is unique for the fact that the woman in "the world" met a young man who is obviously too lost in an unknown dimension.

Memories of the incident that happened to me in the fall of 1934, still lead me in awe. Mentally, I always call it "station". I wonder what would've become of me if somehow I didn't come back? I was a young girl. My husband then was still my fiancé, and we lived in Chicago. We both were students at the music school and were returning with the day of the concert. Finding that we still have a lot of free time before dinner at his family's house, we decided to walk to the music store nearby. We boarded the Elevator and as soon as I got in the store, sat down on a stool to read about the latest news in literature. I was looking through a magazine when my fiancé Stan nudged me, pointing to his watch.

I'm sure we both went back to the Elevator, but in the commotion on the way down we lost each other. When I arrived, as I thought, on the first floor, I tried to push to the exit, but was pushed back. The door again closed, and down we went. It seemed to me that I hear my fiance screaming my name at the moment, when the Elevator was going down under street level. Finally came the familiar muffled thud, sounding to the old elevators on the end of the mine, and the door opened again. I was going to stay, to go back upstairs, but the evil Elevator shouted: "Leave everything!"

As soon as I was released, I was surprised to find himself in a huge room, no doubt the basement, but not in an office building in the city centre. Everywhere were piled boxes and crates. Dark, sweaty people pushing strollers or led a small cart, loaded with suitcases and other Luggage. Viewing the scene, I discovered a large iron staircase in the corner, similar to a fire escape. Approaching her, I saw the light upstairs, so I hurried up. Reaching the top, which really was above ground and was flooded with fluorescent light, I was perplexed. From the store from which I came, there was not a trace. Anything that was supposed to be there, not visible. In the world surrounding me was nothing unusual, but this place I was quite unfamiliar.

I was in a big train station! Crowds of passengers hurried everywhere. Hung conventional signs "To the trains", "waiting", "bar", "Tickets". I was so focused on what surrounded me, almost hit one poor woman. I apologized, but she didn't even notice me. I have never seen signs informing about the arrival or departure of trains, no schedules, and I wanted to know where I got. Just then a voice declaring separated from the noise and began to read the long list of names. However, I rarely used to understand train announcements, and I do not understand a word. Confused wandering, I finally spotted an information booth. Before her was a turn, and I stood in it.

Standing in line, I felt that it would be folly to ask the question, where I actually am, but when I got to the girls and asked him, as if she didn't notice me. My patience snapped, and I hurried away. I went along the wall until I saw the sign "On the street", and walked out into the fresh air. I still don't know where they are. The day was beautiful, warm, the sky was blue, cloudless, one could think that the middle of the summer, if not yellow, crimson and orange leaves of the trees along the Avenue. Opposite the station stood a new red brick building resembling a Church. The street also had a lot of people all looked healthy and happy. I smiled at a few passers-by, but in response received only expressionless looks. I heard friendly voices but could not understand a word. The place seemed so ordinary that I was hardly scared at who in this situation would not be puzzled or confused?

Aimlessly wandering the street, I noticed ahead of the blond boy who stood in the center of the alley, looking at the sides. Approaching him, I took a step to the side to pass by, and then he smiled at me, touched my hand, as if to make sure I'm real. I stopped and smiled at him in response.

He told, having rumpled:

"I think you... also got off at the wrong stop?"

I suddenly realized that, no matter how unthinkable it may seem, happened to him the same thing. Our common trouble created a connection between us, intending to come up with something, we went on together down the broad Avenue.

"Very strange,— he said.— I played tennis at home and went to the locker room to change my shoes. When I was released, I was... on this station."

"Where is your house?" — I asked.

"Well, of course, in Lincoln, Nebraska," replied he, surprised.

"But I started this journey... in Chicago!" I said.

We went further, discussing all that had ever heard or read about time travel, teleportation, other spatial dimensions, but none of us knew enough about such things, and we still haven't decided. A little later the street became less crowded. Ahead of us the road went downhill. The city was soon left behind. We were out of town, ahead was a dark blue surface of a lake or ocean. It was an amazing sight, and we ran down the hill to the sandy beach, where we sat down on a large rock to catch his breath. There was a really beautiful, warm and fresh. On the horizon the sun was already sinking into the water, and we have assumed that the West is somewhere in the other side.

Watching as the sun goes down, we noticed near a large sandbar. I thought I heard voices coming from there. Suddenly I heard someone calling my name, and a little accustomed to the bright sunlight, saw to my big surprise, that one of the girls in the shallows was the sister of my fiancé. With her were different, and they all waved and shouted. My new friend jumped up in excitement.

"That's wonderful! he said.— Maybe they — a kind of... relationship... or a link?"

He picked the right words and, as he spoke, tore off his clothes until he was left in tennis shorts.

"I'm going down! — he shouted.— They see us! They know you! It's not far, I'll swim for a few minutes."

He dived into the waves and swam. I watched as he set sail, with internal excitation. From time to time he shouted in reply and floated again. Silhouettes stayed in the shallows, and their voices still came to me. But as he floated, a strange thing happened: no matter how he tried, he couldn't get close to the shallows. Then gradually it began to seem less distant. Finally he turned and swam back to the shore, where he collapsed onto the sand in exhaustion.

There was nothing to say. When we looked back there, the shoal disappeared. There was no fog nor haze. The sun was quite low, but it was still very light. However, the sandbar disappeared. Can't imagine what we would do next.

Suddenly the darkness enveloped me. I felt like I was suspended in space, and then I again sat on a stool in the music store! The magazine was still opened in front of me. Scored hours, and employees cleaned the shelves, preparing to close. I looked around, expecting to see her fiance, in full confidence that he is still here, but it was not there. I decided that it was best to go straight to his house. This time I took the stairs!

When I got home, my fiance opened the door for me. He looked as if he had relieved. He said he lost me near the Elevator and when I got out on the first floor, was not able to find me. Thinking that I got off on another floor, he waited a bit and then finally decided to go home. The rest of the family was already in the dining room, and we followed all without any reasoning. Entering the room, I was more than surprised to see Stan's sister, with the same friends, and on the sandy shallows.

She said with a smile: "We saw you in town, but you were so busy with each other that didn't even hear us!"

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