The clock on the town hall said 11:59 p.m. and in the sky an impressive looking airship floated lazily among the stairs as a brilliant full moon looked down on the town as it slept. One beam of light fell across a small bedroom of a house that stood on the corner illuminated the angelic form of a young girl with pink hair named Stephanie as she slept. Suddenly at the stroke of midnight something began to happen in the alleyway just behind the house. A mysterious wind began to blow. The wind began to whirl into a vortex suddenly random energy bolts began to shoot out and strike the ground. The pyrotechnic display woke the sleeping girl and she slipped out of bed and went to the back window. She looked out the window just in time to see the center of the vortex starting to glow. The glow got brighter and brighter until it climaxed in a brilliant flash of white light. At that instant Stephanie saw something dark shoot out of the center of the vortex and hit the ground rather hard. As soon as that happened the vortex disappeared and all was quiet. Stephanie looked again and saw that the thing that came out of the Vortex was not a thing; it was a person. He had risen to his feet and now stood looking around as if he were trying to get his bearings. Now Stephanie knew that she really should stay where she was and let the stranger go his way, but her curiosity was stronger than her uncertainty. Throwing her pink robe on, she picked up a flash light and slowly crept out the front door. She crept at a painfully slow pace around the corner of the house. She poked her head around the corner just in time to see the man turn a front flip over the fence around her house. She turned on the flashlight and held it up. The man stopped and shielded his eyes. At first Stephanie was relieved when she saw the face of Sportacus looking back at her, but then she stopped short he was wearing an outfit identical to the one that he usually wore except for one thing instead of blue and white this outfit was black and silver and silver chest piece had an hourglass on it instead of a ten.

"Wait a minute," she thought to herself, "a black and silver costume with an Hourglass that doesn't make sense."

"Sportacus?" she said, warily, "Why are you wearing black and silver?" The man smiled.

"Because I'm not Sportacus," the man replied quietly, "My name in Chronos, Sportacus is my twin brother!"