Worlds apart

The device whirred with a familiar hum. Good, thought Meg, it’s working. She was still so far from home. I just need to hang on until it recharges.

There were some parallels to her universe. There were vehicles much like her own, currency, and basic technology. Buildings existed, although primitive and made of brick. What struck Meg had been discovering the extent of war, slavery and pestilence, seemingly all over the planet. This world is a rotting apple. Nothing is safe, she thought.

The device stopped, its light extinguished. A noise stuck in Meg’s throat. She was stuck here forever.