Dated 16 August 2011:
On the second day he'd begun scraping a tally onto the rough wall of the cell, so he knows for certain that today is his sixth locked in his stone prison. As he sits in the cool shade of the rock, he considers the idea that this had to happen to him, one way or another. Apparently fate cannot be turned aside, not even by hopping dimensions.
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