Day 147, the time, irrelevant. I have been here day after day waiting for the same person to arrive. How is it possible to have been sitting here for this long with still no sign of Mariah. But these two are new. It’s been 16 days since anyone has come to this cross way. I wonder if they knew this was here to begin with. I wonder if they know each other is on the other side. Why is it that only a select few of us can see the truth of this spot. No one ever completely crosses over the bridge, they always seem to stop just before mid stream. I always knew I was different growing up, but to be able to see things that others cannot never fails to amaze me. This job has become daunting and depressing. People coming here never realizing they are at the brink of a different timeline broken off. My crew and have posthumously named this lake “the crossover” because if either one of these people were to continue walking completely across the bridge, they would soon enter another reality. I work for Enigma, a military branch of the time space continuum. A classified branch, similar to the O branch that deals with aliens, which are real by the way. I’m not sure if I’m from Earth or another Earth from a different dimension, all I know is where I come from there are many different skill sets people have, mine is the crossover. Only a select few of us have it, and we are all recruited at an extremely young age. I suppose you could say we are the military’s secret weapon. I’m able to visit the past, present and future, and because of this, we always have the upper hand. But even with this short explanation, there is still no way to fully understand how any of this is the slight bit possible. It’s just one of those things you grow to accept. But some days, I don’t want to accept it. I just want to be like them. Oblivious to all the things around me and enjoy the scenery. To just have one day of not skipping around dimensions, lost to who I am or who I could be. Just one day. I wonder if they would find me if I left for just a moment. Would it even be worth it? Would they kill me? My life has to hold some sense of value. Why am I to wait for Mariah? Are they even real? Day after day of waiting here I’ve begun to have more questions than answers. Mariah, Mariah, Mariah. How many times must I say your name before you appear. Please, show me who you are.