Chloe froze. She looked down at the empty space beside her. Her physical notebook—the one where she scribbled the plot twists her iPhone couldn't capture—was gone.
She looked up. A few seats away, a young man was holding a weathered Moleskine. He wasn't a character in her "Alternate Universe." He was real, standing in a train car in Sydney. When Worlds Collide au.iphone.
They met at the carriage doors. As he handed back the notebook, he glanced at her phone screen, still open to the fake chat interface."Wait," he said, his eyes widening. "Are you the one writing the 'Midnight in Melbourne' AU? I recognize those character names." Chloe froze