Dear Diary,

Oh my god! I'm so utterly stressed! Why is this always happening to us right before the slide?

Okay. okay. Backtrack Wade. Calm yourself.

We landed on this world four days ago. At first everything seemed normal. (Like it always does when it turns out to be way...radically...utterly different.) We checked into the Dominion like usual, and everything was quiet. But we soon saw how very off this world was. the professor picked up a newspaper and the news was...well...let's just say it was extremely censored. That freaked us out, so we went to the library for more information.

It turns out that gang problems in the inner cities began to spread like wildfire back in the late 70's and early 80's. The fight for equality and the sexual revolution started later here, and people thought that gang warfare was an acceptable way to protest injustice, rather than peaceful demonstrations. It was like they took the worst demonstrations we had back home, and threw them on acid. Well, the violence kept escalating and escalating, until finally martial law was declared. You can't even jaywalk here...can you believe?

The reason I'm so worried right now is because yesterday when we were out at lunch the cops came up and arrested Quinn! They claimed he was spray painting on an overpass! That's like...capital punishment here. Obviously, Quinn's double did the crime. But it's not like we could tell the cops that. They'd haul us all downtown. But we have a plan. Luckily for us, justice (if you want to call it that) here is extremely swift. His trial is this afternoon. And so is our slide. If we time it right...we'll be able to get out of here before they lock him up for keeps.

I'm just really afraid that we won't be able to mesh the timing right. We've just got to be able to get him out. I...I can't even think of leaving him behind.

Love,

Wade