It looks like heat waves from the inside (outside -- otherside -- what the hell is the opposite of inbetween, anyway?), she knows. Within the world. Worlds, plural, because she's done it to more than one. No one will see space shiver, and wonder about her, or the boys, or about anything at all. Heat waves. It's just as well; she doesn't need someone thinking God or aliens or whatever are messing with the structure of the world as part of his/her/their grand Plan when it's really just a bored teenager trying to pass the anti-time.
This journal will be the story of three people whose destiny lies beyond their world -- it'll be friends-locked to protect the author's original fiction, which she hopes to publish one day.