Timira was in the sitting room next to the front door with Quill fidgeting across from her, he was sitting with his back to the wall. Jack noticed the bowl first thing. It was like a bird pond, only more ornate. It was decorated from the stem to the opening with depictions of time from Angels and Demons fighting each other to an atomic bomb to Leonardo De Vinci drawing the Mona Lisa. It was made of the whitest crystal and seemed to glow with power. You couldn’t see into it other than from the top which served as a lid and a small cue shaped hole that was etched into the side where a large white light lit the far wall so brightly that it hurt to even so much as glance at it.

“What’s going on?” Eliza asked, her eyes falling on Quill with a glare.

“Its time you learned the truth.” Timira said softly.

“Truth?” Jack echoed.

“Yes, about why Damyx and I are here.” Her voice seemed to sting at the mention of his name.

“Who’s Damyx?” It was Quill’s turn to question the girl.

“It’ll make sense in a moment. I just need you to trust me.”

“Trust you? How in the hell are we supposed to trust you?” Eliza seemed suddenly enraged. “You’re the one that brought us here. Damned us to this hell.”

“I did not! Now shut the hell up and just wait a second!” Timira splashed her hands in the water of the bowl, it seemed to darken. She drew her arm into her and flicked it out, splashing the trio.

It was a horrid feeling, it made Jack’s stomach twist and churn. His thoughts for a moment were hazed by Timira’s. He felt the worry, the self hatred that she was doing this. Yet at the same time they both knew she had no choice if they were to truly understand.

When the two subconscious’s finally separated Jack realized he was not alone, Eliza and Quill were there as well.

He looked down at himself, he could see right through his hands. The transparent figure looked around, they were in a war zone of sorts.

Timira was standing there, but she was different. It was as though she didn’t know that they were there at all.

“Timira!” A horrid screech echoed from the front door of the home stead.

She looked up, they all gasped. Her eyes weren’t their usual contradiction, they were the same hazel color that Quill had.

“Its Wonder, only it’s not right.” Eliza whispered, her ghostly hands shaking.

“It’s Timira’s time, back when she was alive.” Quill said, grabbing onto Eliza’s hand, their argument all but forgotten.