In Search of the Mirror Image (Septiplier/Septiplier AU)

The Jump to Plane #90

The amount of time that I actually have to get through a portal is very limited. About two minutes at that most. Then it was only a general range as to where I would end up when I reach the other side, but that's okay. At least this time I would be in a major city where even if I landed away from my desired drop point by even a few miles that I would still have the ability to get a vehicle into the main part of town.

Finding out where Mark #90 lives consumes the rest of my morning through early afternoon. I still only have a basic layout of where he could be, but I'm not that concerned. I've studied enough videos to have most of his mannerisms. I'm fairly certain that I'd be able to find someone who knows him enough to at least point me into a the right direction. I take a small bit of time to look over all of my supplies again to make sure that I have everything that I'll need. I'll be gone long enough to need food, but I'm very certain that money in the pane that both Jack and Mark #90 live on doesn't take the same type of money that I have available. This will be a problem that I'll have to deal with very quickly. Just to be on the safe side, I pack a few items to sell locally if I need to get some ready cash.

Lastly, I finish up with the pair of glasses to wear. They look almost identical to the latest ones that Mark #90 has worn in his videos. The lenses are glass, but no one will know that unless I let them get too close. That won't happen. This needs to be as smooth as I can make it if I want to succeed. My small back packed and slung over my arm, and as appropriate of clothing that I can find, I take a deep breath as I prepare to make the jump.

I'm going to do it this time, Jack. I promise you.

A blinding white light fills the room and I can feel the familiar floating sensation. It's like all of my molecules are vibrating at once and then suddenly stop. my feet hit the solid ground, and for once in a long while I don't fall over. The first feeling is the incredible way the warm sun feels on my skin. My plane is so full of darkness since our sun had cooled to barely a nothing but a pretty rock in the sky. Looking around I am lucky and have landed in a small open field, and with just a few calculations am pleased that I'm only a mile or so from where I'd wanted to land. Mark # 90 has been known to frequent something called a "Cracker Barrel", whatever the hell that is. A few fans has placed the one I'm head to as one of the places he likes to go in the early afternoon.

The walk is rough on my feet. It's been years since I have properly done any exercise outside of moving around my laboratory. Even less time ever since I lost my Jack. Within a few blocks I see a large sign, and fully realize that Cracker Barrel is some kind of restaurant, and push my way inside to see a small woman in a dress and frilly apron look at me with a big smile.

"Mark," she says, her voice high pitched and sweet. "You're here early today. You're usual seat, I assume?"

I nod politely and give what I hope is a friendly smile. This lady would be the first person who I would be hopefully able to fool.

"Your usual chicken and dumplings, or would you like a menu?"

"No, the usual is fine," I reply. "Thank you."

She gives another smile, and goes to place my order. The restaurant isn't busy at all, and I pull out some notes from my shoulder bag. I have no idea what I'm going to be eating, but I write down "Chicken with dumplings" on the first sheet of paper, and wait to see what happens next.