I felt as though I had died many times over. I felt death come to me, then leave me, come then leave, many times over. The building around me distorted; I saw children speed through life, some running around here and there, but their faces were impossible to describe. All this happened in what seemed like seconds. I saw the orphanage break down, and simply rise up, and I still in my spot, trying to move. My mind forced me to blank out, this being too much for any proper three year old.

I woke up sullen, exhausted, and ready to puke; which I readily did. Laid before me were three children asleep, all of them as young as me. I rubbed my eyes, and opened the door. The orphanage seemed… different. I couldn’t tell where I was.

I was lost in a completely different orphanage without moving? This certainly… did*’t agree with my sense of being. I had never been aware of this, not consciously at least. My once small shell seemed to expand, as I continued to explore this orphanage. Certainly, this was nothing like before. Not anything like it was in my era; it seemed more gizmo friendly, as I saw smaller televisions, and computers were quite small also. And it seemed everyone had them.

What sort of reality was this? The mind of a four year old could not comprehend. I only understood, in short, this was a different world.

In short, this was my second time travel into the future. An unbelievable experience I can tell you; if you counted all the times I had died and been reborn from my first time travel, it would be 1,209. And that’s not to mention until I could control my shifting without dying; then I would have died 4,670 times.

After finishing my survey, I reached the exit of the doors, in hopes of a better place in the world. I could feel happiness swirl in my heart, forgetting my near death experience. I would be a prosperous, more useful boy. I would live like a king, and I felt the chance I was a king.

End of Part One