Bella Sinclair and I were kidnapped together, but when Adrian Bennett stormed in with half a million dollars, it couldn't have been more obvious who he was there for—Bella, of course. Even my son, my ten-month labor of love, chimed in without hesitation: "Dad! We have to take Bella with us! She'll be terrified if we leave her here alone!” The system's cold, robotic voice rang in my head like a death knell: "Mission failed. If your body dies, you will return to the original world.” Good. That's exactly what I wanted—a one-way ticket out of this disaster. But just as I was ready to embrace the end, the two of them lost their minds, clutching at straws and me like it was the apocalypse: "I messed up, okay?! Don't do this! Please, don't leave us!”