The man who called himself Dr. Naught was bent over wheezing, trying to catch his breath in the hallway. These tests were only getting stranger. The putty, the portals, the eerie silence from his supervisors, it was all nuts. It came to a head when he accidentally summoned some sort of alter-ego of himself from the anomaly he was scanning. He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to get out.

He thought he’d find solace on the other side, where the other “Dr. Naught” came from. He thought he could return to his quiet life of research, where he didn’t have to worry about government surveillance of his every movement, or being killed simply because he asked too many questions. Oh, how wrong he was.

In his attempt to escape his world, he only brought it closer to the other side.