I jump with joy in my heart outside and close the car door with a boom, landing in a puddle with a splash. I take a deep breath and smell the rain, hearing the drops hit the ground. It has been raining all day, which is why we are going to the museum today. I have never been to a museum before. I have always preferred reading a book or watching a movie, as it gives me an escape from life. I feel like I get sucked into the story and can connect with the characters. I am different from my brother in that way. If you can picture your typical popular sporty kid, that would be him.

My parents say that I learned to talk before him, and he learned to walk before me. He would much rather walk around a museum than sit in a movie theater or read a book. I sprint up the stairs, excited to see a museum and also to get out of the rain. Suddenly, my brother says, "Race you!" I hate losing to my brother, even though I usually do. I sprint as fast as I can, but he wins. I make up an excuse, something like "I wasn’t racing" or "my shoe was untied," but he doesn’t buy it.

We walk through the doors and I see the sign: “The Most Fantastic Exhibit Ever.” I gasp, feeling dumbfounded and full of questions. I finally conclude that we have to see this exhibit. We get our tickets, and my mom asks where we want to go first. I shout out, "The Most Fantastic Exhibit Ever! What is this exhibit about?" She responds that she doesn’t know. I remember that when we were at the entrance, we got a pamphlet with all the information about the exhibits.

"Oh, I remember! Didn’t you get a pamphlet with all the important information about each exhibit?" She reads it and says, “Learn all about worms.” "Sure," I say, "let’s go!" The truth is, I know nothing about worms and honestly, worms seem kind of boring. We enter the room and see a table pretty low to the ground meant for little kids. It has a section about one foot deep with worms everywhere, like a table sandbox with worms and dirt for kids to dig their hands in and touch the worms. Although I am not a toddler, I still want to touch a worm. I have a weird urge. I see a worm crawling back into the soil, half of its body already in the dirt. Now is my chance.

The worm is almost fully in the dirt, but I grab the little bit of its body above the dirt. I slowly pull the worm out of the soil. I get one inch out, then five inches, and then I realize this worm is unusually long. The worm reaches one foot, then two feet, and it just keeps going. Suddenly, the worm grows especially wide and becomes incredibly strong. It latches onto my finger and starts pulling itself and my finger back under the dirt. My hand keeps getting pulled until it is stuck, and I can’t get it out anymore. My arm disappears completely into the dirt until my whole body gets yanked under the dirt.

"Where am I?" I think to myself.

“Wait, are you an Earthling from the dimension of Space?” I hear a quiet voice mumble.

“Who are—" I say but get interrupted.

“How rude of me. My name is Zwenip, but you can just call me Zwen.”

“Where am I?” I finally say.

“You are on the planet Grano in the dimension of Open," Zwen says. "What is an Earthling like yourself doing so far from your home? We have been watching you for years, and your technology is not nearly advanced enough to travel this far from home.”

“Wait, what…?”