(Robotic Dimension)
The sterile hum of the lab filled the air as a scientist approached the storage room, his footsteps echoing lightly against the polished floor. He had been assigned to check the confidential document that had recently been the center of much discussion. As he lifted the folder from its secured place, his heart sank. The document was gone.
"Sir… the document is missing," he announced to the room, his voice trembling slightly.
The head of the scientists froze, a look of shock overtaking his features. "Missing? Are you certain?" he demanded, eyes scanning the room frantically.
Several other scientists murmured amongst themselves, disbelief evident. "Are you sure you've checked it properly? Could it have been misplaced?"
"No… I have checked everything," the scientist replied firmly, his hands still shaking slightly.
The head took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "Call the head of the complaint and administration. Now. We cannot allow this to go unresolved."
Meanwhile, the same scientist made his way to the location from where the document had been taken. The room was quiet, the lights dimmed, and no one was there. He crouched, scanning the floor, and noticed a small card lying hidden in a corner. Without hesitation, he picked it up and tossed it into the dustbin, his face unreadable. Soon after, the head of the police arrived—an older man, over sixty-five, slightly overweight, his expression serious as he prepared for the investigation ahead.
(Modern Dimension)
Erika adjusted her blue shirt and smoothed the folds of her black pants. She glanced at the card she had tucked in her pocket and told herself, Time for the park.
Scott, walking beside her, called out, "Take your time, I'll come later."
"No," Erika replied firmly, shaking her head. "I'll go now."
Once at the park, she found an empty bench and sat down, letting her mind wander to her friends and everyone else in the kingdom. It was then that she noticed a small girl, around seven years old, who had just fallen while playing. The child's cries pierced the quiet air, and Erika's heart went out to her.
She approached, crouching slightly to meet the girl's gaze. "It's okay," she said softly. "You'll fall when you play. You shouldn't cry for such things."
The girl sniffled, wiping her tears. "I got a little scratch on my knee, that's why I'm crying. How can a girl not cry when she's hurt?"
Erika smiled gently. "Yes… I can feel that you are wounded."
"You didn't fall here," the girl said in surprise. "How do you know? How can you feel my pain?"
Erika chuckled, shaking her head. "Sometimes, I just understand." She then asked, "Where is your mom?"
"My mom went out," the girl replied. "She said she had a little work."
"And what does she look like?" Erika asked.
"She wore shorts and pants like you," the girl said, pointing at Erika's clothes, "and she had sunglasses in her pocket—black and white mixed."
"Monkey sunglasses?" Erika asked, raising an eyebrow.
The girl giggled. "Don't you know about sunglasses?" She pointed at another person passing by. "That's what sunglasses are."
Erika laughed lightly, impressed by the girl's confidence. "You're very extroverted for your age. What's your name?"
"Mira," the girl replied.
Erika felt a sudden warmth, memories of her own childhood friend flooding her mind. She reached into her pocket, pulling out a chocolate, and handed it to Mira.
Soon after, Mira's mother arrived. Mira explained what had happened and how Erica had helped her. "She gave me chocolate, mother," Mira said proudly.
Mira's mother thanked Erika softly. "Thank you for helping her. If we disturbed you, I'm sorry."Mira wanted to give Erika her mother's sunglasses as a gift. So she asked her mom to give her sunglasses and mira's mother without any hesitation gave her sunglasses to Erika and thanked her.
Erika settled back on the bench, now wearing the sunglasses, when Scott finally arrived. He was searching Erika.
Erika shouted. "Scott! I'm here!". You look like a mafia gang's head," he teased and asked about the little girl. "Who was that? Did you know her?"
Erika explained everything. "I miss Mira. She's my best friend. From childhood until now, she's the only one who truly listens. I've shown her sides of me I haven't shown anyone else. She's… very special."
"And Alexander too..."
"Alexander is a teacher, a friend… not quite like Mira, but one of my best friends. He's taught me to fight, protected me. Both of them mean a lot," Erika said softly.
Scott felt a pang of sadness for her, understanding how much she missed her dimension. "I hope you'll get back to your world soon," he said gently.
Later, Erika returned to her room, while Scott visited Jimmy's lab. "When will the watch be ready?" he asked. "When can she return to her dimension?"
Jimmy looked at him with mild surprise. "Since when do you care about her? This is the second time you've come to my lab for personal reasons, not your own."
Scott admitted quietly, "She's been feeling down… that's why I came."
Jimmy nodded, "About ninety percent of the work is finished, but I cannot assure you it will work. There are many aspects of this watch I still don't fully understand."
Scott left, his mind heavy with worry.
(Historical Dimension )
In a dimly lit room, Alexander cautiously stepped forward. Suddenly, a snake slithered into his path. He shouted loudly, "My Lord!"
Jaccob, observing from the shadows, smiled slyly. Something must have happened to Victor, he thought.
Alexander moved carefully toward Victor, catching the snake and tossing it out the window. "William must be behind this," he said, turning to Victor.
Victor shook his head. "No… this is not his doing. It just came through the window after he left. This isn't about him."
Alexander and Victor stepped out of the room, leaving Jaccob slightly disappointed. His plan had failed—William had not harmed Victor as he had hoped.
Later, Victor spoke privately with Jaccob. "I suspect William won't maintain a friendly relationship with us. He may be lying to us."
"Yes, my lord," Jaccob replied, a cunning edge to his voice. "William is not trustworthy. He is cunning."
As the conversation ended, Jaccob's mind raced. If William didn't kill Victor, then Victor will try to kill William. We can feed this to William… then he will finish everything. A sly smile crossed Jaccob's face.
(Robotic Dimension)
The head of the complaint and administration, responsible for complaints, was inspecting the facility. His gaze was casual, almost careless, and he dismissed the concerns lightly.
Behind him, a young man, about twenty-two, lingered silently. Olive, burdened with worry, invited the young man—his friend's son, Sergain —to his home.
"Why am I here, uncle?" Sergain asked, his tone hesitant.
"I cannot trust the chief. He's careless. I need your help," Olive said firmly.
Sergain hesitated. "He retires in two days… I'd rather not get involved."
Olive pleaded with him, and after a moment of contemplation, Sergain agreed. "Very well. I'll handle it."
Although Sergain was still low-ranking, he saw this as a chance to prove himself and take a step further in the administration.
(Modern Dimension)
Meanwhile, Rebecca worked in her company, producing medicines for humans. She received a call from a private firm requesting her to produce a new formula, one that was illegal in her world.
"No," Rebecca said firmly. "I cannot do this. If this medicine is produced, I will oppose it fully."
(Robotic dimension)
In the robotic lab, a scientist spoke quietly on the phone to a red-skinned man with three hands. "Watch your children. One of them left her ID here today. Take care, and do not make mistakes. Actions must be without proof."
(Modern Dimension)
In a dimly lit street, five figures sat together, discussing their next plan.
"We have a new assignment," one said. "She was rude… we need to make her understand who we are."
Plans and whispers of vengeance echoed in the night as their intentions took shape.