They killed him for what? To open a door to the other side? Who are these people, and what do they want? What did we do to them? [..] William Bell pulled me to another universe to give me a warning. That’s how important this is, and I failed.
I found it… at our old house on Quincy Street. I wanted to remember things. I don’t know. I just wanted to be there. It made me feel closer to you…
You know your father used to call this the Bullet that Saved the World.
My father, not my favorite. He is without a doubt the most self-absorbed, twisted, abusive, brilliant, myopic son of a bitch on the planet. So, he was a chemist. That much I already know. He worked out of a basement lab in Harvard, doing research for a toothpaste company. I also know that there was an accident at the lab one night, that my father was arrested, beginning the first truly peaceful period in our home. But here’s the thing, Olivia: my gut tells me that your friend’s life, the one hanging in the balance, not gonna be saved by a tube of toothpaste.
We think we understand reality. But our universe is only one of many. The unknown truth is that the way to travel between them has already been discovered - by beings, much like us, but whose history is slightly ahead of our own. The negative aspect of such visitation will be irreversible both to our world and to theirs.