Dear Diary,

I feel absolutely terrified. Lost...so lost. I was so stupid! Thought I could just go for a little jaunt around the universe. Who was I to play with that kind of cosmic fire? Me! Wade Welles...poetry major yes. Computer saleswoman yes. Explorer of the universe? Hardly. Yet here we are...on a crazy journey to god knows where, as I sit here on a world so close to home I swear I feel like I could walk there.

Of course it's worse for Quinn. I mean, there we all were...feeling safe and secure. I was so sure we'd come home! Mrs. Mallory had cooked us this amazing dinner...and that was when it all went to hell. Quinn's dad walked through the door. What's wrong with that, you say? Oh...only that fact that Quinn's dad passed away when he was 11 on our world. So we knew we weren't home.

Mrs. Mallory graciously offered to let us stay after we explained who we really were to her (and cleaned up the wine that Quinn dropped on the carpet.) I knew Quinn was really upset. It was wonderful and terrible for him to see his Dad again. I found him later that night, sitting alone in the backyard, staring up at the stars. I didn't know what to say to make him feel better Diary, so I just walked over to him and asked him if he was ok.

He held my hand, but he wouldn't look at me. He just sort of said in this bitter voice. "Infinite possibilities." So I said, "Quinn I know this is hard for you. Seeing your Dad and all. But in a way, you can take comfort from this wonderful invention of yours." He looked at me then, and I knew he was listening. Then I said, "Quinn, now you know that somewhere out there...your Dad is alive! That's a wonderful thing to know."

I hope I got through to him Diary. Quinn takes way too much of his inner turmoil and keeps it inside. He's so afraid to express his fears...so afraid to feel at all. Not that I'm not guilty of the same faults. But I can tell, I know, that his demons eat him up inside.

You know...I'm not so scared now. At least I'm not lost alone. I'm with friends.

Love,

Wade