[ WP ] Teleportation is finally invented . Your friend is one of the first people to use it . After coming out on the other side , the more time you spend with him , the more you realize that this is not your friend

I lay the blame square on Coleman. If his wife had n't been having twins in Washington State, then Coleman would n't have used the device, and everything would still be normal. I've closed the door to the lab, and the oozing limbs seemed to have settled, but I do n't know for how long. 
 
 
 
 In London, getting on the tube, they have this automated voice. *Mind the Gap* they tell you, like the Gap is some sort of thing that's coming for you. It's only darkness, is n't it, that space between the iron-grey platform and the sticky blue flooring of the train? Only darkness, yes. We joked about it in development. 
 
 
 
 `` We're making a Gap,'' we told our friends and family. Me and Coleman, laughing about it as we drank hot cocoa ( him with Bailey's in it because his wife was still in the States and who would ever know, really Jenny, time to calm down. ) I liked his eyes and his jokes and the little bottle of pills went forgotten. 
 
 
 
 
 Well, I've got my Gap now. 
 
 
 
 Coleman pushed for the development. He was the one who put in the late hours in Bletchley, who kept the breakers working and the coding running. I said we should test it with animals first. Bugs, cats, dogs. They sent Laika into space. They sent monkeys and chimps, but when Coleman's wife's contractions started on the other side of the world, I could n't hold Coleman back. 
 
 
 
 He stepped into the Gap and kept the lead-lined door closed behind him. I got snapchats and messages. One boy, one girl ( we're naming her Jenny, after you ) and I sat by the Gap's door and waited for Coleman to come back. 
 
 
 
 I dreamt about him as I drifted off in my chair. Coleman, and the London Underground voice. 
 
 
 
 
 *Mind the Gap, Mind the Gap, Please Mind the Gap. * I was crossing into the train at Waterloo and a corpse hand reached out of the darkness, grasping my ankle. Wet and moist, wrinkled with the skin sloughing off. I woke up and peeked into the Gap. I should n't have done it, but the Gap had started paying attention to me, in all its darkness. I wanted Coleman. 
 
 
 
 
 Coleman came back. He had red in his cheeks and smiled all the time. Two babies safe in Washington State and a mother who loved them dearly. Jealousy ate at me as I made hot cocoa for one because Coleman wanted to go home and Skype them. Say hello to the little ones. Who cared about the little ones, they were two small to understand. 
 
 
 
 On the other side of the Gap, the knocking started. Long, dragging knocks, pulling against the lead-lined door. I drew back the shutter and peeked in and there they were: a hydra of tentacles reaching out of the darkness, oozing corpse-juice and slime as they came towards the door. For the first time in a while I knocked back a handful of small round pills, and called Coleman. 
 
 
 
 He came in, irritated at being divided from his wife and kids. What about me? I'd been around him for longer than her, and he never looked at me like that. I took the only course of action: led him back to the Gap and I said some words. He looked at me with hollow eyes. I decided the Gap had got into him, and he had to go back to it. 
 
 
 
 Oh he screamed for a while, and scratched at the door. The tentacles thrashed and squelched, but like I said, they've settled now. I lay the blame square on him. If he had n't gone in, then I would n't have followed him. 
 
 
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