By Daniel McCullough
Commandant Kamit Abrielo opened his eyes to see that he had not been dreaming. It was all real, he had reached The Tower. It seemed to glow as it spiraled up endlessly into the strange night sky full of alien stars. He saw the others were still there, probably all from different paths and different worlds. Kamit had been the last of these travelers to arrive.
The cowboy was cleaning his guns with the wolf resting nearby. The man from the ice planet was trying to get a signal on his phone, hoping in vain that he might yet contact his home. The soldier was patrolling the tree line around the clearing still not ready to let her guard down. The samurai girl was busy repairing her damaged armor. The other two teenagers were sitting together, the boy who had survived the wilderness had set aside his rifle and the Nordic girl had sheathed and put down her blade. They watched as the toddler laughed and played