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Ron stepped into the car and snuck off briskly to the party. He lived with his girlfriend, Kerri,and didn’t want to disappoint her by running off into the night with his friends without her So he simply left without her knowing.

Someone once said that a good man doesn’t think he’s very good. A bad man thinks he has reasons for his actions, and a really bad man thinks he’s okay.
Ron lived in D1; that is, in our world. Everyone with knowledge of jumping knows that D3.5 is about ninety nine percent parallel. This is disappointing to those who want to get away with clever things. D2 is about eighty- nine percent parallel. Too much for the bad guys. Every policeman in this world is a knight over there. Sometimes a robber will get lucky, though. Pete Kelles had just robbed a bank and jumped to D2, which to those who have knowledge of jumping know isn’t very hard. The cop behind him was nonexistent in D2, so he got away. Why? The policeman, Marcus Gordon, suffered a childhood illness that almost killed him. In D2, that same child, Markon Hordon died, thus leaving the ambitious Marcus with no counterpart.
Oh, what a mess this whole thing has become! The elderly scientist was an idiot savant. He came up with jumping, of course, beginning with theory. He used simple words: We were in yesterday yesterday. But who is in yesterday right now?
And so theories became experiments, and experiments created breakthroughs. He realized that all the worlds were “stacked.” In a way, they were like floors and jumping was like taking a leap to the next higher level. This meant to go up took energy. To go down was simply falling. But you didn’t want to fall too far. D0 was a place that you didn’t want to be.
The men working for him, with the exception of Rob Victors, were all up to no good. They stole the jumper and began to pillage ours, and other worlds. They would dump their goods in D50, which was the most peaceful place. A paradise. No fear or hate. Their goal was to get all they could then escape to D50, destroy the jumper, and live happily ever after.
A friend once said a plan was an agenda to be deviated from, and that’s all. SO it was. All of them got themselves killed except Rob, who disappeared, probably to D9: one of the strangest dimensions ever discovered. It’s nickname was “Almost Home.”
They got there after their third robbery. There were cars, buildings, bicycles and many other things, but no people. There was plant life. No animal life. Cars sat lifelessly in the middle of the road. Also no wind or precipitation. The temperature was a steady seventy two degrees Fahrenheit. Strange, but interesting to Rob.
At any rate, a conflict arose among the greedy four and the jumper overloaded and exploded into the atmosphere, thus raining down its vital remnants all over the country and opening windows, passageways, and doors to other places for anyone and everyone who happened to be in the right place at the right time.

The most interesting case was Warren Hoyt. Warren was a policeman who loved his mom, his wife, and his family. His counterpart was Vann Hoyte, who was a hateful, selfish man who wanted power at any cost. Once the inevitable happened, that is Mister Hoyte killed someone, he went to prison. At this very moment, Warren shot a man for brutalizing someone and because of this Warren wanted nothing to do with being a cop any longer, but his superiors talked him into taking a job as a prison guard.
Therefore, in a sense, both counterpart men went to prison. One evil, the other good, they remained parallel throughout both of their lives.
(More Later)