Fantasy mixed with sy-fi

Chapter one-crap, we messed up

(A/n when i say phased i mean unintentional teleportation, sorry if i gotcha a bit confused there) The professor's eyes glazed over with the dreaminess of a child as he said "ive only seen this a couple of times in my long life-which is saying something." He chuckled as he remembered his age, but kept his focus on each odd happening that occurred after the depart of their friend from their plane of existence. His arm rose up to the sky and repeated, as if from a text book, each phenomenon to his nephew once again. "See how the stars change coordinates and move back and forth from all places in the sky. Though, only to places where other stars have perched before. Weird" the professor added cocking his head to the side, zoning out for a bit. His nephew rolled his eyes and grabbed his uncle's hand, pointing it at a children's playground. The professor instantly woke up from dreaming about the mass amounts of equations he could write about phenomena such as these, and listed the next strange happening, "see the children and their parents? If you look closely you can see them being phased from one side of the playground to the next. Then, to the north, and east, and south, and-oh whoops, sorry"the professor and his nephew moved out of the way just as a young girl finished phasing. She shook her head and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Its fi-" she began to phase again. "Eventually" the professor continued-a little annoyed he was interrupted "The stars will move back to the spots in the sky they were in in the beginning of the night, the children will be phased back to the place they were in before the event, and this will all be on the news tomorrow." His nephew turned to him with an expression of serious worry. "We don't have a news" "Well, duh its called "news" not "a news" it could be called "the news" but thats not what you said so it doesn't help your side of the argument at all" the professor's nephew began ranting "Look, it doesn't matter what its called, we don't have it! We never have and we never will! Why would we, when we already receive everything we need to know about our world via stamp!" The professor now had a worried look on his face too. He then desperately searched his pockets until he came across a slim rectangular object. "Is that a phone?" His nephew asked, awestruck. The professor then slapped it onto the ground and stepped on it until all that was left was ten million glimmering pieces of black glass and metal.