He lived happily, despite his disability, until his wife’s death. In longing for the woman he loved, he barely held out until his daughter’s eighteenth birthday and played a kind of roulette with fate. The chance of dying was exactly fifty percent. Probably, the higher powers still need me for some reason, because I again fell into a wandering portal. There I was rejuvenated, cured and sent into a world just like my own. Even the parents here were the same. They treated me as if they were their own, not knowing about the substitution. It would seem, live and be happy. But immediately after the transfer, something went wrong. The result is an escape, another transition into a world where they call me a wanderer. The year is one thousand nine hundred, and I was faced with a choice...