"It is a horrible place?" The wheels in Deacon's head were spinning. She was talking about fixed points of entry, one of which was non-static for some reason. The three places she mentioned: school, hospital, and amusement park were all related to children - The parking lot though, that one didn't fit. Alice was also mentioned, and for some reason that name rang a bell. When he was here before people used to whisper about her, like she was a boogie man of some kind. When his partner...when she died they had said Alice was to blame. He had thought it superstitious nonsense back then. Having just stabbed a monster in the eye, Deacon was forced to reassess that opinion.<br/><br/>"Scott listen. I think I understand this. Quantum Physics teaches us that there are at least 13 levels to reality, normally we exist in one, but there are theoretical ways to enter the dimensions below our own...and the one above as well. If one views them as a metaphore, like a chessboard, then we can more easily understand where we are and what is happening. The creature we fought in the diner is likely something from a lower dimension to our own."<br/><br/>The girl's pacing was bothering him. "So whats your story? You trapped here or are you a native?" He still felt a strange attraction to her, but it was more muted now.