[ WP ] A 10 year old girl shows up at your doorstep claiming she is your daughter . You are a virgin ...

*I started this story with this prompt in mind but got carried away and deviated. I am still going to submit it as it was inspired by this prompt and I would appreciate any feedback. * 
 
 `` We've been through this a thousand times Professor! We need to take a break and re-evaluate. ” 
 
 Doctor Rinehart stood in the middle of the laboratory pleading his associate, Prof. Evans, to reconsider. They had been working on this project for the last 5 years and had hit a dead end. Prof. Evans was convinced they could still find a solution. 
 
 `` We need to start over fresh. We'll take what we have and find a better way.'' He continued. 
 
 `` No. I wo n't let the last 5 years of my life be for naught. It will work this time. ” 
 
 “ There are walls between these dimensions that we simply can not pass through. Even with the right calibration— “ 
 
 “ The calibration isn ’ t the problem. I figured it out last night. We need to speed up the procedure. ” 
 
 Professor Rinehart became silent as Dr. Evans typed into the command interface. 
 
 “ I know. I figured that out months ago. ” 
 
 Prof. Evans whirled around and stared at Rinehart in confusion. “ What? ” 
 
 “ You ’ re right. Speeding up the process will allow you to breach the barrier.'' 
 
 “ Why didn ’ t you tell me this sooner? ” 
 
 Rinehart turned away from Evans and admired the machine they had built. It was a tall glass chamber with thick wires coming out of it. He didn ’ t have the courage to step into the machine, but Dr. Evans had done it multiple times. Each time was a failure. 
 
 “ We were just going to observe alternate dimensions. We were only supposed to look into the world that rested beside our own. But transporting yourself into another dimension? You do n't even know if your daughter will be there. ” 
 
 Prof. Evans face had gone dark. He suddenly turned around and pressed enter on the keyboard. The glass doors opened and he strode into the chamber. 
 
 “ Don ’ t do this Evans! Please! You don ’ t know what will happen! Think about your wife!'' 
 
 “ My daughter could be alive Rinehart! She only lived three minutes in this world. But in another world… ” The doors closed and the chamber filled with yellow gas. Giant spindles surrounding the machine began to spin around him. 
 
 “ Please Evans! Please… ” 
 
 The spindles sped up to a blur and a vortex of yellow gas spun around him. He could feel the gas working away at his body breaking down his molecules so they could breach the dimensional barriers. He closed his eyes and listened as the tingling sensation went through his body. Then, Silence. 
 
 “ …Professor? ” He opened his eyes. He was standing in a classroom. 
 
 “ Professor are you ok? ” The auditorium was filled students staring at him as he stood motionless at the front. 
 
 “ Um… ” he looked around with confusion as his heart began to race. 
 
 *Had he done it? * 
 
 “ Excuse me, I ’ m…I ’ m going to step out for a moment. ” 
 
 He left the room and raced outside of the university to his car. It was right where he always parked it. He was sweating and shook as he drove to his home five minutes away. He sped around the corner and found his house exactly as he had left it that morning. 
 
 *Maybe nothing had changed? Maybe it was all a dream? * 
 
 He ran up the sidewalk and threw open the door. He could hear the TV on in the living room. He slowly walked into the room, but no one was there. 
 
 “ Hello? He said nervously. 
 
 A small girl popped up from behind the couch. 
 
 “ Daddy you ’ re home! ” His heart pounded like a hammer. 
 
 *Was this her? Could it be? * 
 
 The girl sprinted around the couch and clung to one of his legs. He bent down and looked into her eyes. He bent down and held her by the shoulders. 
 
 “ What is your name? ” He whispered to her. 
 
 “ Daddy? ” 
 
 “ What is your name? ” he repeated. 
 
 “ Em-Emily, ” She stammered. “ Daddy you ’ re scaring me. ” 
 
 “ Emily. Emily, that ’ s the name Sarah wanted. ” Tears streamed down his face as he pulled her close to him. 
 
 “ Mr. Evans? ” A woman appeared from the kitchen. Why are you home so early? What ’ s going on? ” 
 
 “ Who are you? ” he said, pushing his daughter behind him. 
 
 “ Mr. Evans, I watch your daughter while you're gone, remember? You don ’ t remember me? ” 
 
 “ Where is Sarah? ” 
 
 “ Mr. Evans! Not in front of— “ 
 
 “ Where is Sarah!? ” 
 
 “ Mr. Evans... she died…she died giving birth to your daughter. ” 

