World Travelling

     Michael stared in horror at the advancing walls! Instinctively his mind began to search for an exit.
"Quick! Jump realities!" he cried to Mirt.
"Due to interference and lack of power, there only seems to be one possible way out. From what I’ve seen, it is by no means unreasonable to suggest it could be a trap!" Mirt replied.
"It’s either that or being squashed to bits!" Michael replied. Mirt powered up hurriedly. Before long the now familiar flowering of light flashed out and absorbed Michael and Mirt.

     "Well, well, well.. Here we have our intrepid adventurers," an unfamiliar voice said. Michael looked around in confusion at the group of people surrounding him. They wore long, rich clothes and varied from young to old. They all appeared to be smiling at him.
"Hmm, hmm. Only a boy, too. Most irregular," an older looking man said, who seemed to have grabbed Mirt, who remained silent.
"What’s going on here?" Michael asked.
"Sorry, I was forgetting myself," the first voice said. "We are representatives of the High Council of Worlds. We all come from different realities that possess the secret of movement between the realities. We would like to congratulate you on successfully coming to this place, which is from where we maintain things. I, by the way, am Alemon."
"I don’t understand what I’ve done!" Michael exclaimed. The older man stepped forward.
"Perhaps it would help if I said things," he said. "You see, Michael, I am your Uncle Tony. I was one of an expeditionary force into your reality when my people first discovered reality travel. Mirt is really mine, but when my people made contact with the Council, all scouts were recalled (much to my regret). I had to be dragged away from dear Sarah, and Mirt was left behind." Uncle Tony paused for breath, a distant sadness in his eyes.
"I have since become a member of the Council. We help different worlds, and prevent those who do not have reality travel from being interfered with. But now you know, and technically your world can be counted as having reality travel, although the lawyers will have a field day on this matter. It’s amazing your atoms were not welded together into something as you materialized, or you did not get stuck out of time, using such an outdated model as 3.4b. It was like navigating to the moon with a compass," Tony finished. Michael looked around, flabbergasted, as he tried to take it all in. Another person spoke cheerfully, as he led Michael away into a new life:
 "Come! You have much to learn and to hear. What you did was amazing, and I hope you feel proud of yourself."