A man lays on the floor uncounscious. His eyelids twitch. He
opens his eye's. He stares at the flourorescent light lined
The man stand's up. Leans beside the wall. He appears to be in
his early's 30's. He has a light stubble,and his clothes are wrinkled.
He stares down the corridor. Numbered doors align the hallway.
He begins to walk. The corridor seems endless.
Only his echo answers. He continues down the corridor. He stops
in front of a door. The number on the door is 434.
He opens the door, and looks in. To his amazement, there is no
room! no floor, no walls, no ceiling. Just a great void! Suddenly
a rush of air hits his face.
He shuts the door. A voice comes from behind him. The accent
The man John turns around. The man standing before him is tall,
and dressed in a blacksuit, blackderby,and wears a monocle. He carries a
cane, with a glowing crystal atop.
Who are you? How do you know my name?
If I told you my name, you could not pronounce it. But you
may call me "Seven" for short.
Okay. Seven. How do you know my name? And where am I?
I know many things John. For I am meant to know them.
Like I also know, that you are here by accident. But I guess,
that you shall have to do.
And where exactly is here?
Exactly where are any of us? Who is to say rather we are
here or there? or better yet, there are here?
I misphrased the question. I'll try again.
What is this place?
This place... well.. you could consider this as being my
workstation, or my post.
And how did I get here?
Well, very simple. You were born.
No. I know that part,i meant,how did I get to your
Actually,i am trying to figure that out also.Walk with
Seven and John walk down the corridor.
It appears that you stepped through a rift, accidentally.
Which was accidentally opened by one of our other...
There are more of you here?
Oh yes. There are not like me, of course. But we serve the
But where are they?
They are here and there.. as your species is fond of saying.
Excuse me "your species"? I take it that, you're not human,
Of that I am certain.
Seven and John stop in front of a door marked, 737.
John, Have you ever wonderd about the "order of things"?
I don't follow you. What do you mean?
The totality of everthing. You see John... your solarsystem
is comprised of nine planets, all of which rotates around
the circumference of the giant flaming gaseous sphere. Which
your people call the sun.
John listens intently.
Therefore your solarsystem can be looked upon as a
"circle".or better yet a wheel.You see outside of your
solarsystem, there are other systems,or wheels.And all of
these wheels,are contained within a greater wheel,
which your poeple call the Galaxy.And outside of your
galaxy,lays other galaxys,or greater wheels.And all
of these "wheels" John, make up what you call, the
John begins to get impatient.
But you see John, there are countless other universes out
there also.Imagine "a wheel within a wheel",continuing
So what are you getting at?
Well, simple John.For every universe,there are Guardians,
or Doormasters,for a better word.And you John,have
entered though one of our doors.
Really?! So you're telling me, that you're some kind
Right. You need help,Could you show me the way out?
Why of course. There's the door.
Thanks. Nice meeting you. Goodbye.
John opens the door labled 737. Is about to step out,when
suddenly he beholds on the other side of the door,A huge
ringed planet!The door swings out into open space.
Nothing is impossible John. Just improbable.
This defys the laws of physics. We should be pulled out
into the vacuum of space!
Physics? Oh yes. The name that the scientist of your world
gave to the studies of properties, changes and the
interactions of light and energy.
John stands amazed.
I imagine that this would defy the "laws of their physics".
But you see John, your race is still young. They have yet
to master..what they call quantum physics.
John watches a great asteroid pass by.
Okay Seven. I am a believer. Why am I here?
Why are you here? That is the question indeed.Come John.
Int.-- Living Room
John and Seven enter a comfortable living room. Seven takes a
seat, in a wingback chair, beside the fireplace.
You are here for a test,John. This shall be your living
quarters. There is entertainment, food, and relaxation.
You are free to roam about. You may open any door...
except for the back door.
John looks towards the back door.The door has many
That it? That's the test? How hard can that be?
Well then.I see that you understand.Well,i shall
take my leave.
Seven stands up.
Well, make yourself at home John.
Seven walks to the door.But before opening it, he turns around
and states again:
Remember,Do not open the backdoor.Good night John.
Seven exits,leaving John in his new home.John walks about
exploring his new "Home".
John stands at the sink, looking out the window. He see's a
boy kicking a ball, in the spacious backyard. The boy stops and
waves. John nods.
Cute kid.But there are no other houses,in the
vicinity,i wonder where his parents are?
John lays in bed sleeping. Someone whispers John's name. He
Hello? Who's there?
The voice whispers again.
Seven? is that you?
John. Let me in. It's cold.
John gets up, put on his robe, and goes into the:
John stops in front of the backdoor.
It's late. Who are you?
Please John. Let me in,it is cold,so very cold.
John remembers Seven's word: Remember,do not open the
No,look it's late.Go home.
The voice does not reply. John goes back to bed.
Int. Living Room
John walks through the living room, to the front door. John opens
it, expecting to see a long, flourorescent light lined corrider. But
instead he see's a frontyard.
What the hell? Am i going crazy?
John closes the door, and takes a seat.
I know i'm not crazy. Maybe it was all a dream. A bad,
weird, crazy dream.
John sinks back in the chair,and Sips his coffee.
A bad dream, yeah.
John goes to bed, only to be awaked by the little boy's voice,
at the back door, each night. And every morning he stares, out
the kitchen window, the little boy stands, smiling and waving.
John sets at the kitchen table in his robe, over a cup of coffee.
His eyes are red, from sleepless nights. John walks to the
kitchen window. He see's the boy,Smiling and waving.
I'm tired. So very tired. He's always there. Smiling and
waving every morning,calling to me everynight.
John slams the coffee cup down on the countertop. Spilling
some of the cups contents.
What do you want?! Damn it! You're driving me crazy!
The boy still stands. Smiling and waving. John turns and walks
John walks through the livingroom. He opens the front door, he
finds a paper on the doorstep.John picks it up.
This paper is current.
The date on the paper is: Decemder 31, 1938.
It's almost a brand new year.
John closes the door. He sets in the chair beside the fireplace.
This paper is current,i must be on earth.The grass is
green.The sky is blue, outside that door is nature... Trees
and cities are beyond.Yes ,there is no corridor.
John goes back and opens the frontdoor, to prove his hypothesis.
And sure enough, he see's green grass, blue sky, and trees. Birds
But still, there's Seven. How do I explain him? Damn it! I
must have answers.
John shuts the door.
John walks to the window, and stares out. The little boy smiles
Alright boy.Alright.Tonight I will have answers.Tonight
John sets at the table, staring at the wall clock. It hands point
to 12:00 am. John waits.
Any minute now.
And sure enough, the voice calls, from the backdoor.
What do you want?
Just let me in, please.I'm cold.
John does not open the door.
Please John. Just let me in.It's cold out here.
John get's up,and walks towards the backdoor. His hand
reaches for the Deadbolts. But suddenly it stops. Just an inch
from the deadbolts. He remembers Sevens warning:" Do Not
open the backdoor".
John turns around, and begins to walk away. But the voice
Wait John. Please listen.
I sense that you are a man of reason. Qualities to be
admired. You want to know the truth do you?
Yes. The truth.
He told you it was a test; didn't he?
John walks closer to the door.
He told you a lie.They want to hamper the development
of mankind. They kidnap you to determine your strength
and weakness. They fear you,your race true potrntial.
So they put you in a cage. A fancy, nice, cage, where you
live out your days. Well fed and happy,like an animal in
My God,you're right.You're right.I should have known
all alone.But wait,who are you?
I am a prisoner, as you are. Long ago, I led a rebellion
against their hypocrisy.But my forces were defeated,
and I was banished.
All I want is to see the yoke of the galactic oppressors
lifted, off of those with such potential as yours. Free me
John,let me in.Free me and you shall know.. Immortality.
John thinks it over.
Please John, let me in.
John slides back the bolt of the deadlock. In that instant, the
door opens with so much force, John is blown back!
As John lays on the floor, he see's the back of a naked man.
He watches as great wings sprount from his back.The man
looks over his shoulder at John with a sly grin.
The man opens the front door and proceeds out.
Oh God. What Have I done.
Suddenly Seven appears in the wing back chair beside the
Hello John. What you have, is failed the test.
But-But I didn't know.
Know what John.I told you everything that you needed to know.
You acted on the hereditary impulse of your race.
He said he would make me immortal.
Oh, and he did. You will live John.. Oh you will live. But
countless millions will not. They will perish because
of you John. Not because of a politician declaring war.
No, only because of a normal, ordinary man, with a burning
curiosity,to know the truth. Goodbye John. You are going
home, or should I say..What's left of it.
Ext.-- Alleyway- New York-1939
John stumbles out of the alleyway. He sees a newpaper on the
sidewalk, that reads: Adolf Hitler declares war on the world.
John sinks to his knees sobbing.
Copyright © 2006 Willie Travis Jr