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The next morning, the team reconvened by the shed. Harold was already hard at work, fine-tuning DINA’s quantum systems. The anticipation in the air was palpable.

“Good morning, boys. Ready to make history?” Harold asked, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

Winch’s eyes sparkled. “Absolutely! Let’s do this!”

Harold gestured to the coordinates already set on the AM/FM radio dials. “Today, we’re heading straight for the pine grove,” he said, his voice steady and confident. “Just before we reach the edge of the trees, I’ll trigger the jump. The leap to the alternate universe will take less than a minute, so hang tight. When we’re through, we’ll find ourselves in a clearing deep within a massive forest on the other side.”

Brian felt a mix of excitement and apprehension. “Are you sure it’s safe, Uncle Harold?”

Harold nodded confidently. “I’ve made this jump several times. It’s perfectly safe. See this?” He pointed to the left-most preset button on the radio, a small, worn button that stood out from the others. “I’ve saved this specific jump right here. All it takes is a press of this button, and the dials automatically align to the exact settings needed, locking us into the correct frequency. No need to fine-tune anything—it’s ready to go at a moment’s notice.

They climbed into the car, strapping in as Harold began the JUMP sequence. The car hummed with energy, the air shimmering with anticipation. "Alright, team, here we go. Initiating quantum leap."

The car roared to life, tires kicking up dust as it shot across the open field behind the shed, quickly gaining speed. The world outside became a blur of motion, the pine grove ahead growing larger with every heartbeat. The uneven terrain sent jolts through the car, making the ride rough and chaotic, every bump rattling their teeth.

Winch clutched his seat, his voice shaky. “Uh, Harold, is now really the time to be adjusting the mirrors?”

Harold flashed a reassuring smile. “Trust me, Winch. Everything is under control.”

Brian barely had time to process that before the trees were upon them.

At the very last second, Harold slammed his hand down on the large red button on the dashboard.

A pulse of energy rippled through the car in an instant. The air around them shimmered strangely, like heat waves rising off pavement. The feeling was impossible to describe—like being stretched too thin, like their bodies weren’t sure where they belonged anymore.

Then they hit the trees.

Branches struck the car in a relentless barrage, smacking against the windshield, scraping across the hood, and whipping past them like a thousand flailing arms. The dense foliage turned the world outside into a wall of motion, completely blinding their path ahead. It was just like being trapped inside the heavy blue rollers of a carwash—nothing but flashing streaks of green and brown, twisting and warping past the windows, making it impossible to tell where they were going or what lay ahead.

Brian and Winch screamed, instinctively bracing for impact—but it never came. The car jolted and trembled, yet somehow never collided with anything.

DINA’s systems surged with energy, stabilized by the quantum field surrounding them. Whatever path they were on, it no longer obeyed the rules of normal space. They were between worlds now, barely anchored to one long enough to hit anything at all.

Winch, gripping his seat in sheer terror, could barely get words out. “I—I can’t see a thing! How do you even know where we’re going?!”

Harold, calm as ever, adjusted a dial on the dashboard. “We don’t need to. The quantum shift is already over.”

And just like that—it was.

The massive rollers of branches and leaves peeled away in an instant, revealing open space ahead. With a final pulse of energy, the car snapped fully into reality.

They were somewhere new.

Instead of the familiar landscape of home, they were in a remote, rural clearing, ringed by dense woods. A small, rustic house stood in the center, smoke curling lazily from its chimney.

Brian exhaled shakily, fingers still locked in a death grip on the armrest. “Never. Again.”