A sigh escaped Kristie's lips as she stared out the window of the plane she was on. She wanted the vacation with her family to last longer, but, of course, not everyone gets what they wish for. Looking to her left, she saw her mother and step-father sitting next to her. Kristie smiled before looking back out the window. She loved her parents, even with as weird as they can be. She couldn't and wouldn't trade them for anything in the world.

Kristie wouldn't even trade them for a chance to be in a Transformers universe. Yes, she is quite the fan of the Transformers franchise. Her favorites happen to be Transformers: Animated, Prime, Robots in Disguise (2015) and the movies.

A few hours later, Kristie woke up from her nap, only to find out that the plane was fighting heavy turbulence and was going down. Her mother quickly pushed her down to brace themselves. Kristie couldn't process everything at once. The plane continued its rough decent to the earth. Next thing the girl knew was a crash and then...

nothing.

Kristie woke up with a gasp as she quickly sat up in her bed. Confused and still in a daze, she grabbed her glasses and looked at herself, feeling her arms and legs and heart beat. She was alive. It was only a dream. But, no dream was ever that vivid and ingrained into her memory. Nor did she ever feel anything or hear anything. It felt like it just happened.

She finally looked up and saw her room. Nothing changed, except for the fact that she had a personal laptop she never remembered buying or receiving. Kristie looked at it in confusion. She then looked to her closet. It was filled with clothing she remembers having and some she doesn't. It was all the style she liked. She doesn't remember getting those cool boy t-shirts. Her mother would have forced her to return them. Same went with the skater shoes she saw in her room.

Kristie looked around in confusion while scratching her head. Just what the hell was going on?

Quickly, she got up and went to her parents' room. They wouldn't have work today, so they should be asleep or somewhere in the house. Opening her parents' room door gently, Kristie peeked in. Her parents were not in there. Neither was her step-father's dresser and tv. The room looked like it was converted into a guest bedroom. Becoming scared, the girl quickly started to yell for her parents.

No answer.

She checked the actual guest bedroom, excepting to see the same mess she always sees. Not this time. The room was completely clean and neat. Kristie shook her head in denial as she ran into the kitchen. The kitchen was still the same, save for the lack of papers on the counters and table. She ran into the living room. The electric recliners were replaced with the couch they had before. Kristie ran downstairs. The old table that had no use was gone and was replaced with a beautiful purple drumset. Her PS3 was still there, but next to it was a WiiU and a PS4. Ok. That was just not possible. Her mother would've made her sell her current game console to make money for a new one.

Sighing, the dark brown haired girl went back upstairs and got dressed. She put on a very light tank top with a grey short-sleeved pullover hoodie on top. She wore a pair of baggy dark blue jeans, her Doctor Who seat belt-belt, and a pair of black heelys. She put on the silver necklace her parents gave her that said, 'I love you...to the moon and beyond.' and a plain silver ring her best friend gave her that said, 'Loki'. She put the wheels and key in her pocket. To top everything off, Kristie put on her favorite New York City baseball cap after she put her Beats headphones around her neck. The hat was the one she bought while on a marching band trip to perform at New York City, where she also got her hoodie.

Kristie got her phone, keys, and wallet. She paused when she grabbed her phone before dialing her mother's number.

"I'm sorry. The number you are trying to call does not exist. Please-"

She hung up. Something wasn't right. She dialed her step-father's number.

"I'm sorry. The number you are tying to call does not exi-"

Kristie felt tears stinging in her eyes. Something is awfully wrong. She continued to dial other relatives' numbers, her close friends, everyone on her contacts list. They all had the same result. They didn't exist. Taking a deep breath, the girl shook her head, not giving up hope. They could just have changed their phones. But, her parent's would've let her know.

Sighing harshly, Kristie went to the front door and opened it, feeling a rush of dry heat hit her form. Blinking, her eyes finally adjusted to the added light. Her mouth hung open at what she saw.

Instead of the green forest she always enjoyed across her street, the girl saw a dry desert with some bare trees here and there. Looking around she saw other houses down the road. Though, they looked like they were built for such a climate. Looking at her door, Kristie could see that her house number was the same. She noticed that her house was on the corner of an intersection. There, she saw a street sign. Walnut St. That was where she was. 923 Walnut St. Closing and locking the door behind her, Kristie walked out and stared at her surroundings.

"I don't think I'm in Pennsylvania anymore."