The fabric of space had been ripped open. It was his first time seeing into another dimension, and Zander stared at the shimmering void in awe before the distant sirens shocked him from his complacency. If he were to make a jump now was the time. The police would show up in minutes, if not sooner. And who was to say how long the rift would last. Already it was healing at the corners, resolving the contradictions between worlds and contracting in its slow but exponential fashion.

Now was the time. He closed his eyes and leapt.