(Heads up, we have briefly switched to Henry’s POV)

I watched as Dusty walked through the solid wall, and then turned around to look at Jasmine. I had never been so close, yet so far from him. It was weird. We had been together for most of our lives, always within reach of the other person. We could almost feel each other’s thoughts, were hyper-aware of each other, and now it just isn’t the same. His body may lie three feet from me, but his spirit is in another dimension.

“We should try to leave here, look for James and John. Come on, lets get the laptop up. We should be able to use it here, but I bet we get no signal.” She smiled, and I let a small laugh at her attempt at humor.

Just then, the whole cave lit up, and I dropped the energy ball, causing the cave to get a nice scorch mark on it. Jasmine made a similar mark a couple feet away. It was weird, because the light didn’t seem to be coming from anywhere. It appeared to emanate from deep within the rocks. All of a sudden, I felt an intense pulling sensation, as if some unseen force was trying to rip me out of this dimension. I looked at my ex-sister, Jasmine, and saw that, by the look on her face, she felt it, too.

“What’s happening?” I asked. This day could not get any worse.

“I think we’re being transported through time.” Answered Jasmine. I take that back. Now it can’t get any worse. I grabbed a hold of Dusty, and Jasmine grabbed my arm in a hasty attempt to stay together in case a specific time hadn’t been set. You know how that works. I’d hateto be away from Dusty, ’cause in this state, he’d be pronounced dead, since he isn’t breathing and has no pulse. But he could return any time.

There was a loud noise, kinda like those hover car start-up noises on a sci-fi. Hwoooooooooop. Then, everything went black.

THUMP.

I became aware of my back on a hard surface, Dusty’s body heavy on top of me, and Jasmine’s hand in a vice grip on my arm. I opened my eyes.

We were on a sidewalk, outside a large hotel, and there were people all around us, gathered in a circle. They were wearing out-of-date clothes. Some guys about my age were wearing plain shirts, nothing on them, no pictures. They were black, with a white number on them, like a football jersey. They were the Kennett colors, but they didn’t say Kennett on the front. But when a kid moved to look at his neighbor, and whisper something, I saw they said it on back. But that was impossible. They don’t make them like that this year. The colors are reversed. Some girls had the big eighties hair, and large long sweatshirts in different colors. I don’t think we’re in 2009 anymore.