One sad day, we received a message (or had a contact of the third kind): The materializer turned our lives upside down, even more so than on that very first day when we were transported to Reservythia. We got the news that we would be going back home—only Angelica and I.
“What about our children? Why can’t they come with us? What will happen to them? What are they gonna do?” Angelica couldn’t stop repeating all those questions.
The “Casch-Mesis” communicated a time leap and we retrieved frightening photograms from our car crash, right before we were kidn*pped. As it happened with all other messages, this one wasn’t very easy to understand. While we studied it carefully, trying to interpret our sensory perceptions, we came to some horrible conclusions.
There was no room for doubt: Angeli
