Karl rubbed his head and groaned. He hated losing sense of time and where he was. He flipped open his time traveling book to find out how to make a portal to his original timeline just in case he wasn't in it. He wracked his brain trying to get rid of his headache and stop his eyes from glowing so much.

He had gotten into an argument with Quackity and Sapnap a while ago and he wanted to go back and apologize after making sure everything went right in the past timeline. He lost time of track while traveling, though, and it's messing with him.

He swears it was night, but now it's day and the hours are going by too fast for his liking. It could be he's still actively traveling, or maybe he's just too dizzy to really understand everything happening.

He quickly writes down what was actively happening in his book, writing while he can. He didn't have much memory loss right now, just a lot of losing track of time. He grumbled to himself and continued writing everything he remembers and what he's actively feeling. The dizziness, the lost of time, but no memory loss, the desperation to get back before he loses himself— he finished writing and flipped through the book for an answer to get back to his original reality in case this wasn't it.

He rubbed his temples again, pulling down his colorful, wavy, and illusion-like glasses that helped clear up some of where he was. They helped him look through dimensions clearly. He sighed and kept flipping through the pages, desperation lacing his frantic motions. His glasses could only do so much anyways.