Surprise! You're Engaged!

The sneak smiles as the phone's home screen pops up, success! It had taken her a few hours, but she managed to figure out the password.

Right away she begins hunting for some sort of note or diary app. Finding Evernote, she tries that.

Success!

"12/13/13

Dear Diary, it's beginning to look like a lonely Christmas. About as I expected. My grandmother is still in Europe, and I'm still house sitting for her. The job I got still sucks, and refining my essays to apply for college next year and get scholarships sucks too. No luck on getting a date, but the only nearby town is pretty small."

The snooper turn the page.

"12/21/13

Dear Diary. Holy fucking shit. It just appeared in the fucking kitchen. A portal of some sorts just appeared in the kitchen. I thought about calling the police or news, but what if the other side is inhabitable? What if I could just disappear for a while? Live life without expenses or taxes? A few purchases now, and I could just play on my PC without Internet. I would need a source of food, but I can just buy some books on fishing and shit.

It's not like I have any friends to miss me anyway.

I'm going to run some tests, to find out what exactly my options are with this damn thing."

The unseen phone snatcher presses the play button cautiously. Right away a male voice begins talking.

"Alex's portal log day 1. I've finally finished collecting everything I need! Oxygen is positive, and I've confirmed returnability. I'm stepping in tonight."

The recording cuts off, only to return a moment later.

"I just called my family, just in case things go bad. I couldn't go in without hearing their voices one last time. I... wait."

Another pause, a cut off like the last.

"I've just checked the temperature levels, and tested to see if there is sunshine on the other side. The thermostat says its a bit chilly, but the solar panel charged pretty quickly. I'm guessing the sun is a bit cooler, or something like that. I'm no astrophysicist."

Another pause.

"Okay, here is a vocal checklist of supplies. A tent, a compass, blank paper, pencils, my phone, a solar panel to charge my phone, snack bars, water bottles, rope, a knife, duct tape, a set of clothes, soap, a backpack, and a nice hat." The voice intones in a anxious manner.

There is a pause where the speaker is silent, except for a soft anxious breathing sound.

"I'm stepping in."

The recording begins spouting a cross between static and screams. This lasts for about three minutes.

After that is just soft and light breathing for a few seconds, and then.

"Hello!" A totally new voice, female, greets. It is one that the listener recognizes.

"THE FUCK?!" A very familiar, very feminine voice replies in a shrill scream.

End of logs.

The sneak slowly crawls back to the bed she had taken it from. The sleeper inside would be waking up any-

"Gilda, IS THAT MY FUCKING PHONE?" Alex, the last voice on the recording, screams in a startled but furious voice. Gilda, caught red clawed, promptly drops the phone and makes a break for it.