[ WP ] Since birth , you have always had a bad sense of direction that would defy the laws of logic and space . Instead of arriving at your destination , you would end up in places or areas impossible for normal people to get to .

Just like that, the world clipped and he was in two places at once. 
 
 `` This again.'' Click: here he is. 
 
 He carelessly drops his weight onto the rooftop's edge, throwing his feet over the side with a resigned sigh. 
 
 After a moment of searching the steep view around him, he discovers that he can see, from way up here, the park he had been walking through just seconds ago. There's the winding cobble path, the duck pond half-filled with sludge, the oaks and maples and honey-locusts, nestled between low-rises and shops. He walks that path everyday from his small apartment to work: all-in-all, not a bad commute. But the holes in the world are difficult to keep track of, and now he's going to be late again. In the right light, he can see the faintest shimmer, but usually they're invisible. Sometimes he could swear they're moving.
