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Jim and John wake up in a place they've never seen before.

Submitted: July 09, 2015

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“Hey, Jim, where are we?” We were sitting on a ground full of luscious grasses and plants. A river flowed by, and the swaying of the trees was sweeping along the cool wind’s breeze. 

“I don’t know, John. All I remember right now is hearing a really loud noise before passing out.” He looked flustered yet oddly happy. I was satisfied too, but I didn’t know why. Something was making me feel reassured.

Hey Jim?” I say.

“Yeah?”

“Where were we before this?”

He gave no response. We sat in silence for a good thirty seconds before he spoke up. 

“I haven’t the slightest idea…” 

This land was so unfamiliar and confusing, but something about it felt right. Something felt new. Above us, I started to hear a chirping of sorts, the melodies of the blue jays in the trees blowing through the tree trunk openings in the forest. An owl poked its head out from one crevice, and a squirrel ran up past it. More birds flew overhead towards the North, where we both looked towards.

“Uh, John,” he said.

“Yeah?”

“Is that a castle?”

“Yeah.” 

It was colossal, bigger than anything we’d ever seen. The forest could’ve been a children’s toy set in comparison to the towering construction before us. I sat down, breathing in the sweet aroma projected from the nearby flowers. 

“Come sit down with me, Jim,” I say.

“Okay.”

He wasn’t hesitant.

“Why are you so carefree and willing all of the sudden?” I was very concerned, considering his usual stern attitude.

“I’m just happy, John. Can you let me be happy?”

I would’ve fought him and objectified against him, but something held me back.

I agreed with him.

I stayed silent.

“My ears are still ringing,” he complains. Mine were, too.

“This is so strange, Jim,” I contemplate, “I don’t remember anything before this aside from the bang.”

“The really loud one?”

“Yeah. It’s bothering me, actually.”

He shifts his posture. “I wish I could say the same,” he says, “but I can’t.”

“Why is that?”

He took a very long time to answer before a look came across his face, almost like some memory came flooding back to him.

“Because I remember.”

I glare at him in uncertainty. “What exactly do you remember?”

***

John and I have been friends for a very long time.

I know how long.

He doesn’t.

I remember seeing black. Nothingness. No planets, no stars, no universe. I also remember the explosion after noticing the absence of these things; it was one of the loudest explosions I’ve ever heard.

It’s the only explosion I’ve ever heard, now that I think about it.

It was such a distinct bang sound, one that couldn't be mistaken for any other sound.

I remember the joy I felt when the world was created around me, when I saw the trees lift from the ground below and the clouds forming shapes upon shapes in the newly blue sky. I remember the flowing of the rivers and the splashing of the frogs leaping from river bank to bank. I remember the feeling of the sun on my face as the universe took shape.

I remember moving my new body and seeing John.

I remember.

John and I, we’ve been together ever since the universe was created, and I’m the only one to know how.

This is what I told him.

He believed me.

He had many questions, but I had no answers. There weren’t any yet.

***

“Why can’t you answer my questions?” We were walking towards the castle now and it wouldn’t be long before we were at the front gate.

“John, the answers will come soon enough. You just need patience.”

“I thought you knew the answers.”

“I said I will.”

We were at the gate now, so I begin to walk towards it. “When will you know, then?”

He doesn’t answer, so I look over to my right where he should’ve been standing.

He wasn’t there.

I turned around to notice he’d stopped.

“When you help me find them,” he said with a smile. 

With my back turned from the gate, I heard the machinery begin to chug and the metal bars beginning to rise.

“Explain how this all came to be, Jim. Please.”

“Do you know what theories are, John?”

“Yes, I do. Did those create the universe?”

“No. Just one of them did.”

“Which one?”

“The Big Bang Theory.”


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