"This world is so boring.", I say as I close the news website I was reading on my computer. "Nothing strange ever happened. No magic. No alien. No sci-fi..."

Living in this world for over 50 years, my life is so average that I can say I'm the embodiment of Average in this world. Although at one point, a MMO RPG I helped in developing become a biggest hit and lasted for years. Yes, I was a game developer, but it's in the past now. I'm now an adviser for the same game company, but the idea of a middle aged man doesn't weight much in this company. The only reason I wasn't fired because my son is the vice president.

"Sorry son... Time to transfer...", I mumble to myself then glance at a photo that was framed nicely on the table next to the monitor. It's a photo of me along with my son. He has a stable and happy job, big income, married and is going to be a father next month. I love him the same way as I love my countless other children across dimensions...

...That's right, I am some sort of dimension traveler. Some call me 'Body Surfer', I think. Each time I get tired of a dimension, I leave my body of that dimension and get a new one in another dimension. I rarely get two bodies in the same dimension, but when that happens, it's hundreds to thousands of years apart. The new body is perfectly average for that world and also I try not to stand out in that dimension while seeking fun. Not like my knowledge of other worlds could help me anyway, different dimension has different set of rules...

Now that I've decided to leave, how should I fake my death here? A sudden death by cardinal failure or the infamous truck-san (screw truck-san) or similar might be too much for my son.. How about dying by cancer? Yeah, I want to spend a few years with my newest grand-child too. People say dying by cancer is a slow and agony death. However I have "experience" in dying.

"I'm sorry..." A middle aged man in white coat say to the young adult in front of him. The young adult gives a long sigh before asking.

"How long does he have left?"

"3 years, at most. That's pretty long for someone found in late stage like him. Your dad's constitution is strangely good.. but..."

"I understand. It wasn't good enough... Thank you Doctor." The young adult leaves the office after that.

Outside, an infant child is sitting on the lap of a middle aged man who in turn sitting on a line of chairs. The middle aged man is holding his grandson's hand, teaching him how to hold a tennis racket properly despite the child's inability to hold anything at such a young age. The young man's eyes become moist...

Nearly 3 years later...

My body has been getting weaker and weaker. Although I call it a 'fake-death', to the people of this world, it's still real. This body has cancer for real. It's agonizing if not for all the pain-killer I took. I don't fear death, but pain is annoying. Though there is no other 'slow-death' method I could think of.

I'm in the yard with my grandson. The weather is beautiful. Such a nice day to die. Is it cruel if I suddenly die in front of him?

"Gramp! I'm going to be the best tennis player in the world!" A 3 years old child, holding a tiny-sized tennis racket made for kid, waving it in the air.

"Yes.. the world..." I'm sitting on a wheelchair as I smile at him. Although the love for my grandson is genuine, his life along with all the happy moments we might have is just a fraction of second in my endlessly long existence. Human's live is fragile. I can't bear watching someone I love disappear. It's now or never...

"Gramp? What's wrong? Gramp?... Dad!" The kid runs away as my vision slowly blurs to black. Oh well, I can't feel my body anymore. I'm not afraid.. but I want to see my grandson one more time. Darn, he ran away.

At my "funeral"...

It's not raining, but the sky is overcast and there is no wind. A perfect day for a funeral, I guess. I don't like raining, it'd make my coffin all muddy.

People gather around my coffin. My friends, my colleagues and my family which is only my son, his wife and his three years old son. He's a nice kid.

"Why is gramp's bed so strange? And why are you crying mommy?"

"Your grandpa has gone to a better place...Sob..."

My daughter in law seems to be crying while my son doesn't. I wonder why. Maybe it's just my imagination as I'm looking at my funeral from high above through a small dimension portal so I couldn't see his face clearly. Yes, I left the body already, but I still want to have one last peek. Nothing sentimental, okay? I can't return to a dead body anyway.

After all the troublesome things they do for a funeral, my funeral ended. At least it's nice and simple. No one else cried. They all left but my son keeps standing there looking at my tomb stone, saying something I couldn't hear.

"Sigh. Goodbye, my loved ones. May our path crossed again." I say as I close the portal. In the last second before the portal disappear, my son raises his head and glaring straight at me through the closing portal. The vision for this portal is one-way so he probably can't see me... However I have a strange feeling about it. Did he know about my ability to Dimension Body Surf? How can it be? "It was just my imagination!" I comfort myself with a thought. It doesn't matter now, I'm already in a new world. Let's hope this world is more fun than the last...