"This I have to put to pen and ink. Nobody will believe it, but what the hell." I said those words two days ago and now the story is complete. I must admit, I was apprehensive at first, but presence of mind overpowered my logic. I miss Warren. He was an introvert, an avid reader of tech books, and always avoided people. Shy and basically had never experienced a relationship or for that matter had any friends, he demanded peace and quiet where ever he went. Finding a place far from the constant din of noise, he one day just disappeared. We never saw him again. As speculated, he just went somewhere to be alone and never returned, but again, this is strictly speculation. Then, I received a letter, written just before he vanished forever. It explained his first inter-dimensional crossing, his return and his final trip back from whence he came. I will now share with you the letter's content.

   "I couldn’t stand the noise and the obnoxious smell of the world we humans had created. It was the noise mostly. I had to get away from it. I wanted silence, total, utter silence. I sat on the bench in front of the Main Street library and put my clenched fists against my forehead and with all my stored energy, I yelled at the top of my lungs, "For Gods sake STOP this infernal noise." I heard nothing. I was sure I had broken my ear drums until I noticed there was a lack of motion. Everything stood still. People, birds, cars, even the plane overhead was transfixed in a state of suspended animation. Except me. It was rather peculiar and perplexing that I was the only single moving entity.

   "I have spent the last fifty-two years reading, walking and analyzing my new found world. The only concern I had at first, was that I noticed a very slight color change in grass, buildings, people, the sky but eventually got used to that. When I touched something, my hand would pass right through the object as if it were a mist of some sort. I think the best description would be a person passing their hand through motionless smoke and watching the disturbance created swirl in a different direction. Yes, that’s a better example.

   "John, as the only friend I really had, I didn’t want you to worry about me, so I made an effort to come back and leave this note. Returning to that bench where my journey started, everything was exactly as I had left it. Even that commercial jet was still hanging there in the sky. Amazing! I’ve mailed this letter to explain my absence. Take care and have a wonderful life. Warren."

   Incredible as it might sound, I have put to paper the exact words Warren wrote. I’m sitting ever so comfortably in my lounge on our family’s balcony enjoying a glass of imported red wine. The noise Warren was getting away from surrounds me endlessly. I could never wish for the silence he desired. My friends disappearance has been resolved and I wish the very best to him.

   Unknown to both John and Warren, was the fact that Warrens entire fifty-two year life had passed in a nano-second. Every time he moved or touch anything in his dimension, molecules of those objects were sent randomly into the ether at speeds beyond comprehension, as was he. As more atoms were dispelled, a concussion wave of mass proportion was created obliterating everything and anything in its path. This oscillation was manifested on the other side of the universe and expanding at an incredible rate. Scientists refer to this phenomenon, as the "Butterfly Effect". While John was enjoying the wine, a sliver of light appeared on the southern horizon. It grew rapidly in intensity and brightness. Within seconds, the wave entered the solar system reaching the sun and planets in a milli-second. The destruction was immediate and decisive. What remained was the coalescence of a shape never before seen. And will never be seen again. This is but a story of fiction, or so I thought……..