The long road home

The explanation

Al entered the butcher shop.

To his suprise, there was a man behind the counter, still working, even though it looked like it was pretty late. He said to the man,
"Why are you open right now? It's super dark outside."

"It's 5 in the evening dumbass. It's always dark. Did you ever walk outside?" Said the man.

Ah.
This explained alot.

"Well, I think it's time I get to the point." Said Al.

Al pulled a gun from his backpack, and pointed it at the man.

"I'm gonna need 2 pounds of  beef and 4 ounces of Black Forest ham."

"Buddy, it's free. You dont have to mug me." The man said, dissapointed.

What the fuck was this universe.

Al put the gun into his pocket, and collected his ham. He ate like a madman for the next hour and a half.

He fell asleep at a table a couple hours later.

He woke up to a note on the table.
It read:

I know how you came here, and I know about the Doors. Meet me on 784, Derin street at 7 P.M. dont be late, fuckface.

Al hadn't even been here a day, and he was already getting summoned by some assholes who saw him come here. Well, no time to waste.

Al walked down to the exact adress.
It was a crack house.
Well, it's not like Al hadnt been to one of those.

He entered the crack house, and wasn't phased by any of the fucked up shit going on around him.

Satanic ritual in the kitchen? Don't worry.

Mystery stains everywhere? Don't worry.

Needles in the floor? Maybe a bit of cautiousness needed

He looked around for anyone suspicious, but couldn't find any sketchy looking dudes. He was about to walk out the door, when someone tapped him on the shoulder.

Her name was Jeanne, she said. She  apparently wanted to talk to him. Yeah right. She wanted money for more crack. But nevertheless, Al couldn't resist the urge to beat the shit out of someone, so he followed her to the basement.

"Right in there." She said.
"I dont see shit." Al said very loudly.
The lights were off, and he was just standing there in the darkness.
As Al heard the door close behind him, he reached for his gun. Before he could do anything, the lights came on, and there were 12 people pointing weapons at him. Automatic assault rifles, small arms, a fucking flamethrower, just about everything you could have.

Al put down his gun.
"Is this about the note?"

"You shouldn't have came into this universe." Jeanne said.

"Well, I dont see why I wouldnt come here. It seemed safer than most places." Said Al, very upset he was outmatched.

"Listen," Jeanne said, "The federal government has found out about the Doors, and outlawed Door-Jumping here. Anyone caught coming in to this universe will be stripped of their Door designation device."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Said Al, "I dont have a designation device, I have this modified GPS."

He pulls out the GPS to show it to her.

"And what even is a designation device?" They make things for Door jumping?"

Jeanne was shocked Al didn't know. She stated, "You dont know anything about universe numbers, or Door control?"

Wait.
Is she saying what I think she is saying?

"So you are telling me," said Al, "that I can control what universe I jump to?"

She laughed.

"You didn't know that?" She stated with a sly grin.
"Man, aren't you fucking dumb."