I groaned, my hands still stinging from gripping the now-scorched handlebars inside the wrecked sub. If it weren't for the fact that the thing was meant to be able to withstand massive pressure and temperature, I'd say that I would be dead. Luckily though, the sub is pressure and temperature resistant. In fact, we even landed in the ocean!
The thing is, this is meant for navigating the depths of the ocean, not the surface, and definitely not space. That means that it's supposed to be tethered to a launch craft.
But there's no launch craft, so we're kinda screwed.
"BUT I'M HERE!"
"Pinkie, can you navigate?" I quickly asked, hoping that we'd be home ASAP.
"NOPE!" She replied, crushing my hopes, "But I can do..."
Once again, she tore a hole through the fabric of reality, and pulled me through.
"THIS!"
Huh, so we're back home. I'm actually starting to like traveling through wormholes, too. Less nausea compared to sitting in a bumpy car, and it's way faster. That reminds me... what happened to that essay I was working on when Pinkie dragged me into the sub?
It burned up during re-entry into the atmosphere.
Ok then. I'm alive, but by tomorrow, I'll be dead. Death by missing essay that's worth over half your final grade.
Okay.