Sincerely, Noir

Entry 1: Dizzy

Diary,

Pardon my shaky handwriting but I'm perplexed with the fact that where I had gone is not a dream; and where I've gone has followed me home. There's technology and advancement in science out there, and inevitably it resides here as well. I would like to add that traveling dimensions was not something I had ever intended - I mean, can that be an intention in a world where dimension traveling had been laughable? Anyway, I'm not to be blamed here.

My world is black and white, as you know, but by that I truly mean closed-minded. Most of the people here only see things in binary, and now, well, they have no choice but to expand mentally. The future is here, all because of the lovely, never-ending ripple known as the butterfly effect. It's making my head spin, and I haven't really been able to rest this last week, nor have I been able to write. 

I think I've gathered some form of sanity since I'm writing right now, but every time I revisit the thought, I feel as though I should wake up any second... Also, I should tell you of the wonderful friends I've made in said dimension. There's Miles - whose dimension we were in - Peter B., Gwen, Peni, and Ham. Oh, that's right - Ham! He's a talking pig, for crying out loud! You can't make this stuff up. And don't worry, diary, I've already dwelled upon that thought as well. Between you and me, I've concluded the pig's dimension exists in the singularity point of a supermassive blackhole, where all laws of physics shatter completely. There's nothing else I can muster up from my little bit of knowledge...

Anyway, I haven't really talked with any of them, but they're all a joy to be around. Miles is a ball of sunshine. And, seeing as he's the reason we're all back home, he's the true meaning of brave. I admire his moxie and I'm sure his New York rests in the knowledge that they have a genuine hero; the kid's got a good head on his shoulders. 

Gwen seemed a bit reserved - much like me. She distanced herself from the group, except for Miles of course. And I take it she's not a people person, which is understandable considering her origin story. Her and Peni remind me of each other in that they hold their own, but still show kindness. It's not easy to feign happiness, and yet they do it effortlessly. Gwen and Peni are truly admirable. Oh, but don't let Peni's baby face or Gwen's gracefulness knock you for a loop. Peni, and her robot friend Sp//dr have an unforgettable, hardboiled exterior. And Gwen incorporates her ballet skills in her fighting, it's truly something to witness. I'm so sloppy in the way I go about doing things.

As for Peter B. and Ham...they are chaos on legs who somehow manage. It's definitely entertaining and almost remarkable. On top of that, they're pretty level-headed. I thought about it for a bit and, well, it's the perfect combination for crime-fighting and anthropomorphic enemies. I honestly don't think a guy like me could stand a chance in their worlds - especially Ham's. Look, it was enough rackin' my brain after witnessing him pull things out of nowhere. His world sounds like a headache just waiting to happen. Peter B. seems slightly more collected, and his leadership was very natural. 

I could go on for days trying to explain everything I'd seen and felt, but to sum things up, Diary: I'm so grateful to be here, and for them. I'm grateful to know that I'm not truly alone. Protecting New York from it's goons and drug lords becomes incredibly discouraging, as you know; but they bring me comfort. I've calmed down enough to reconfigure my thoughts, and I believe I will carry on like usual any day now. That being said, I should bid you farewell.