Waving back to his friend, he entered the hatch, sealed it off, and piloted his ship back home. Thankfully, his trips back home were easier to make, so he was able to land in his garage without any severe damage done to MOGERF or said garage. Eddward then opened the hatch, bringing out the two balls (one encased in a metal crate), so he could begin experimenting on the two.
As expected, the one not contained in the metal crate was converted so it would fit the laws of this world. However, despite having made sure the crate would maintain the frequency of Shinko's world, and that the experimentation chamber this "control" ball was put into also had the same frequency as Shinko's world, no evidence showed that it maintained the properties of her universe. As far as he saw it was far less bouncy and not as high-energy as he had hoped. He hoped to run further tests on it though to make sure that all possible attempts at recreating Shinko's world's physical properties were not futile. Till then he decided to call it a night.
Before he went to bed however, Eddward wanted to make sure he didn't leave the inside of MOGERF a mess.
"No, nothing seems out of place, thankfully, so I'll just-?...what's this?" he asked himself.
He picked up an envelope with a blue wax seal, that was addressed to him. He climbed out of MOGERF, into the light, and opened the letter. It said:
There's no time to explain, but your travels have tampered with a higher power's plans. I mean you no harm but I still have a warning for you. Should you see me deliver this message to you by hiding it in your ship, please don't seek me out, I don't want any trouble. But I can give you information that can help you in exchange of this plea. Beware The Eragents. Beware the Eraser. If you need help, find ####### at #####
"...the...eraser?" he asked out loud. This letter scared Eddward. The more and more he read the more he feared being something's target. He wasn't sure what to do. The odd placement of pound symbols concerned him, and he felt the need to decode it ASAP. He returned to his workbench, pulling out books on code breaking, dictionaries, and scrap paper to get his brain working on a solution. After hours of working, the clock struck one, and Eddward lost the will to go on. He slept at his desk in his outside clothes, with only ineligible gibberish written on his scrap paper, and an underline under a copy of the letter he made under the words, "Beware the Eraser".