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      As Alex and Doug were walking towards the parking lot, Doug reached into his pocket and pulled out a car remote. When he saw that the car remote was for a Jeep vehicle, he said, “Well, I don’t own a Mustang in this reality.”

      Alex saw what kind of remote Doug was holding and questioned, “You own a Jeep in this reality?”

      “Apparently so,” Doug said before noticing that Alex was deep in her own thoughts. “Is there anything wrong?”

      “Dad wouldn’t approve if one of us bought a Jeep, Chrysler or a Dodge vehicle,” Alex said as she and Doug were walking into the parking lot.

      “Maybe Dad didn’t get hurt at the Chrysler Plant and sued the company in this reality.”

      “Doug, I’m getting an uncomfortable feeling.” When Alex saw that Doug was giving her a concerned look she asked, “Why are you staring at me that way?”

      Doug stopped walking and said, “You are beginning to sound like Mom.”

      “Doug, I’m serious. This reality is totally different. Our last names are Larson; we live on Wild Deer Road and you own a vehicle that was made by Chrysler. Aren’t you curious to know why things are the way they are?”

      “No, I’m not, Alex. This is not our reality, and I for one am not worried as to why things are the way they are in this reality.”

      “Well, I am, so I hope you don’t mind that I investigate some.”

      “As long as it doesn’t hinder us getting back to our reality, investigate all you want.” Doug then looked over the parking lot and when he saw a Jeep Wrangler a few cars from him, he pressed the remote. Nothing happened when he pressed the button. “Well, that’s not it.”

      Alex looked around and saw a Jeep Liberty at a distance. She pointed to it and said, “There’s a Liberty over there. Perhaps that’s it.”

      Alex followed Doug to the vehicle and again nothing happened when Doug pressed the button. “Do you see any more Jeeps around here?”

      As Alex and Doug were looking in all directions, Alex said, “We might have to check the other parking lot.”

      Doug looked at Alex with an amused grin before saying, “I didn’t think I would ever say this to you, but check your purse. See what kind of car keys you have.”

      Alex rummaged through her purse and pulled out another Jeep vehicle remote. Alex grinned before saying, “Apparently I own a Jeep also.” Alex then pressed the button, and the Jeep Liberty locks popped up. “Hey, it appears that this Liberty is mine.”

      “Good, we’ll take your Jeep and worry about mine later.”

      Alex held out the keys for Doug to take while saying, “You drive; I want to read the diary.”

      “Okay,” Doug said while taking the keys. As he was opening the driver’s door, Alex walked to the other side to get in.

      After Alex put on her seat belt, she pulled out the diary from her purse and flipped to the first page. As Doug was starting the car, Alex read aloud, “Personal diary belonging to Alexandra Nicole Larson; fourteenth volume. The first date of entry is July 9, 2010.”

      As Doug was backing out of the parking spot, he said, “The date of our twenty-first birthday.” Doug stopped, put the car into drive and drove away. Alex set the diary to the side and opened her purse. “What are you looking for?”

      Alex pulled out a cell phone before saying, “I saw this phone when I was looking for car keys. I’m going to call mom and subtly inquire about the other thirteen volumes along with seeing what I can do about getting my hands on them.”

      “I don’t think that’s a wise idea.”

      As Alex scrolled through the numbers that were stored on the phone, she asked, “Why not?”

      “If you call mom and start asking bizarre questions, you’re going to get her thinking that something is wrong.”

      “I know how to handle it,” Alex said while seeing a phone entry that was titled ‘mom’.

      After Doug saw Alex pressing the button he asked in disbelief, “You’re calling her, aren’t you?”

      Before Alex was able to respond, her mom, Beverly, answered the phone. Alex just nodded as she was saying, “Mom, it’s me. Alex.”

      “Sweetie, if this is not an emergency, can I call you back. I’m about ready to go into surgery.”

      Alex uttered in a concern tone, “Oh my god, Mom! What’s wrong?! Why are you going into surgery?!”

      Beverly said with a confused tone in her voice, “Since I’m a surgeon, going into surgery is my job.”

      Alex said in a delightful tone, “You’re a surgeon.”

      Beverly asked with a concerned tone in her voice, “Alex, sweetie, are you okay?”

      “I’m fine, mom. I’ll just call you later… or you can call me when you’re not busy. Bye.”

      When the call ended, Beverly curiously looked at her phone before shaking it off and putting it away.

      After Alex had ended the call, Doug sarcastically said, “Real subtle.”

      “Okay, I’ll admit it. That could have been more subtle, but mom is a doctor in this reality.”

      “Well, in our reality, mom was in her second year of medical school when she got pregnant with us. After giving birth to us, she never went back and finished.”

      “I know that, but I’m really curious to know why she was able to finish medical school in this reality and not ours.”

      As Alex scrolled through the numbers again, Doug asked in a worried tone, “Who are you planning to call now?”

      “Dad’s phone number is stored in the phone too, and I’m going to try him.”

      As Alex made the call, Doug said, “You are going to get a net thrown over us if you aren’t careful.”

      As the phone was ringing, Alex said, “Relax; I’m just trying to get some answers to a few questions. Besides, we may not get back to our reality right away, so we will need all the information we can get.”

      “Just don’t get us sent to the funny farm.”

      “I won’t. Oh, uh, your name is also listed on my phone, so you also have a cell phone.”

      “I’ll look for it when I get back to the dorm.”

      The phone rang a few times before the receptionist, Tiffany Lydell, answered the phone with, “Dr. Avery Larson’s office. How can I help you?”

      Alex asked in a confused tone, “Who am I talking to?”

      Tiffany asked in an inquisitive tone, “Alex, is that you?”

      Alex cringed before responding in a cautious tone, “It’s me. Who am I talking to?”

      Tiffany said in a confused tone, “It’s me, Tiffany. Are you okay?”

      “I’m fine. It just didn’t sound like you. Can I talk to my dad?”

      “He’s with a patient. Is there anything I can do to help?”

      “Have you ever heard of a man name Nicholas Christopher O’Brien?”

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