PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

Oh, dear sister, this is creative! And here I was getting bored with your usual little barbs and insults. Shipping me off to another part of the city is quite the step up.

Hello, ducklings. My darling sister seems to have seen fit to subject you all to my presence. I do hope it's not an inconvenience for you. Would one of you be so darling as to let me know where it is she's put me?

I want answers. Now.

So quiet and so loud and they're coming and going and coming and going and it's all screaming silence.

It's a paradox. Quiet can't be loud and it is and it isn't but it is. All tumbling down like bits of metal. Coming and going and going and where she stops, nobody knows. Can't go back...don't decide who stays and who goes. It's all chaos. Tearing like tiny fingers picking at the threads. It's all going to come apart. Just bits and pieces left. And everything's scattered.

Ni ta ma de. Tianxia suoyoude ren. Dou gaisi. WUOshang mayer, maysheen, BYEN shr-to.

Kaylee's gone. Back to the black. It's not so black here anymore. But she always lit it up so maybe it is.

Spencer, we should talk again. I enjoyed our last conversation.

All alone again.

The black is gone, but I can still feel it on the edges. Clawing. Waiting.

I miss Simon. But it's quiet here.

They're not coming.

( Reid, Hotch )

Does anyone else know wormhole physics? I've got a few holes in my current working theory to fill in, and I don't think half thought through and very vaguely explained science fiction is going to help much.

What the heck is going on? What am I in Los Angeles?

...In 2005?