It took a few minutes to sidestep all of the debris, but we eventually reached the other side. When we arrived, we were bewildered.
Everything was distorted. The rides were twisted into odd shapes, and several buildings were floating. Parts of the ground were lifted above others, and there were several large chasms. A nearby stream was pushed upward, into vertical columns.
The distortion wasn't even the strangest element. In certain areas, the ground was covered with bizarre symbols. They appeared to be burned into the dirt, but the lines were too perfect and complex to have been created by any generic person with a matchstick.
Tommy kneeled onto the ground, investigating the symbols. However, once he made physical contact with the engravings, his arm burst into flames. In panic, he lept up. Once he had vacated the marked area of the ground, he was instantly healed, as if he had never been injured. "What… is this place?" He asked, fearfully.
"I call it a 'pocket world'." A voice called out, "When the Beast makes repeated contact in an area, the landscape can begin to change form."
"Who are you?" Tommy asked.
Before the man even had a chance to reply, Charlie called out, "Bruce!" Apparently, this was the friend of Professor John.
"Hello." Bruce said, "You're that boy that I met. John told me that you had sought him out."
"Yes, I'm Charlie. And these are my friends."
We all introduced ourselves, and we followed Bruce to a small building that he'd been staying in. "I use this place for research". He said.
"No Kidding…" I responded, staring at the plethora of notes and documents that were strewn across the walls. After quickly analyzing some of them, I noticed that a percentage of them were newspaper articles, many of which were about the disappearance at the carnival.
I gazed at the man, in shock, and said, "You're the father of that missing boy."
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