Impending Doom.....Thanks, Brandon Flowers, for that excellently put phrase.

It's quiet here today. Neither Dom nor I went to school. Damien's still here, but he's not saying much. I keep hearing Mitchie knocking stuff over outside.

The lizard is staying curled up on my stomach, for some reason. Dom's asleep....

And downstairs, anxious mutterings. Something sizzling on the stove. Smoke alarm goes off occasionally because Mom keeps burning the cookies. And as normal as all of this is supposed to be...I can't help but feeling like it's just that moment of silence in the horror movie before something jumps out and kills you.

Oh, I am so optimistic.

Oh, and our best friend, the Portal-That-Constantly-Causes-Danger-and-Turmoil- To-Our-Lives, is back. Strong as ever. Tested it earlier, and I got through okay. Also, it keeps spitting candy out at me and hitting me in the head. Thanks, P.T.C.C.D.A.T.T.O.L. That almost looks like the word 'pterodactyl.' Maybe we'll just stick with that from now on.

Oh, and the song I was referencing is Losing Touch, by the Killers. You can listen to it if you click right....here.

Gill

Nothing Important

I haven't got anything really important to say. Except that I'm really worried about Dom. Damien too.

It was a really nice sky tonight. All pink and purple and blue, and stuff. Very eighties fantasy movie-ish. It felt wrong though. I guess Dom wasn't there to ridicule my dreamy expression.

On the Road

I tried listening to my iPod for like, fifteen minutes to take my mind off stuff, but I finally yanked it out and broke it by accident.

Dom's still missing. Portal in our closet won't let me in. Can't find Damien.

Promises, Promises

I know we're awfully cryptic about *exactly* what goes on in the portal, on the other side. What comes out.

Who Damien Zion is.

But one day, soon, we will get more detailed. We're sort of waiting on...something.

On less serious notes, I laughed very hard today when I found out that Dom was fired.

Potentially Problematic Things

1. My double on this side.

(1a. Her hair is purple! What is that about?! Why would anyone do that to themselves? I mean, she looks thumpin' dope, but still!)

2. Apparently, it is illegal for a non-sider (me) to have a unicorn. Oh, I am very passionate about this. You just can't tell because I'm backspacing the angry, Shakespearean things that I keep typing. But Mitchie will be coming back with me - make no mistake.

3. Damien Zion is still missing. For some reason, I feel that it is my job to find him.

4. Dom....your face.

That's all.

The Facts of Life. Accept them or don't.

Today is the tenth day of the tenth month of 2010. This only happens once every thousand years. The 10-10-10 thing...because 2010 never happens again. O.o

Damien Zion is missing.

The portals have been spitting like crazy. What does this mean?

Well, I didn't have Damien to ask, so...I did something really stupid. I went into the portal, alone, while Dom and Mom and Dad were all out. I stayed at home to finish homework, and then received a note from the portal saying this:

Crazy things are happening on my side, Gillian. Come on over. It'll be fun.

So...yeah, I, even though I took into account that it could be a crazy psychopath writing me this note, luring me over to the other side for bad reasons (like to kill me or something) I still went. Mitchie went with me. (Yeah...she comes into the house when no one else is around.)

Why did I do this, you may ask?

I analyzed the note. Damien Zion taught me how.
Note's in my handwriting. And it wasn't forged.

Wanna guess what else?

I'm still over here. On the other side. Yeah, right now. And I'm typing in Klingon, but I think it should translate into English once it gets published.

Gillian

Problem:

1. Damien is missing.

WHAT THE HECK AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY AFTER THAT?! NOTHING! He's missing! And what does Dom say? Whatevs! That's what he says! And he didn't even spell the blog title right! Wayttago, Einstein!

1,2,3,4,5,6,9 & 10

1. Damien Zion took me into the portal at the fair on Friday.

2. Whether or not we actually did do this...well, it's up to you to choose whether or not to believe it.

3. You also have to choose to believe or disbelieve the fact that I nearly died.

4. Your choice.

5. I think aliens are real, and it has nothing to do with the parallel universe.

6. I'm excited about Scooby Doo and the Curse of the Lake Monster.

9. 7 & 8 were crucial facts about the portal trip, but since I'm quoting Feist you don't get to hear them. You may now stand in awe at my cleverness.

10. Dom.....I have nothing nice to say. So I'll stop there. OH! Wait, yes I do. Thanks for that last piece of cake in the fridge. Loved it. ;)

The Fair...again.

So, I went to the fair last night, right?

Guess who was there?

No, never mind, don't try, you'll never guess.

Damien Zion!!!!! So I went up to him and asked him what he was doing there, and he pointed - because he was staring at something really intently.
"What?!"
He pushed my head the direction he was looking. "Look, Gill."

There was a thumping portal at the fair. But nobody was freaking out. Apparently, only about 2% of the population can see portals, according to Damien. Which means that Dom, Damien and I are part of that population. The portal spat out a girl that was painted white with really colorful clothes and painted accents on her skin. I'll draw a picture later. She looked around, saw us, and then looked terrified and ran back in. I, like the twin of Dominic that I am, followed her in there.

All the freaks from the old carnivals came from the parallel universe. That is all I can safely say.

Gill

PS Dom does not know about this because he was gone last night and was not answering his phone. Stupid brother.

Damien Zion

Okay, so today on my way home, I dropped by a 'friend's' house. His name is Damien Zion. That's the name I'm allowed to use, anyway.

Damien is talented at many things, including these following things.

1. Computer hacking (this world and the next)
2. Handwriting Analysis
3. Extreme knowledge of human behavior and its patterns, especially when he can relate it to a story he has read or watched.

He's also filthy rich or a very talented thief, because he has a ton of lab equipment and fancy computers.

He analyzed the note, and confirmed that it was from another world, because the molecule patterns of the ink and paper are slightly different in that parallel universe than they are here. They're different, but parallel.

The name of the person who wrote the note is unavailable in the computer system of this world and the next. There either isn't a sample of his handwriting, or they've wiped the records clean, so we don't know who this guy - person - is.

Damien confirmed that the person was almost certainly in real danger, and that the person is smart, unpracticed in handwriting, and very possibly an expert in English-related subjects. Yeah, Damien's kind of a genius. Damien thinks that whoever wrote the note has a romantic personality but has a logical mind.

Don't ask me how he comes up with all this junk. Who knows if any of it's accurate? But now we've got something to go on.

Yeah, guess we're going in...

And really, don't try a google search for Damien. That's not his real name.

Gill