There is a unique group of people that are present in the world. They have been here for centuries, spread all over the world but you would never know. They look like normal everyday people; the only thing that makes these people so special is the powers that they possess. Each power is different for each person and there is no way to tell who these people are. In the world today, there are eight known people with powers. There could be many more, hiding from the world, just wanting to live a normal life. In my family there is a gene for these powers, and therefore I, Clara Grace Romani, am the youngest one to appear on Earth with possession of these powers. I am eighteen years old, or at least as far as I can tell. Time doesn't really apply to me the same way it applies to you. My parents left a while ago… I don't know where they are and I've only received one letter from them saying that they loved me and "Great things are in store for me." how they know that is a mystery entirely.

The year was 1988 and I found myself in New York City. I wandered the streets aimlessly until I found myself outside the Majestic Theatre. (Fun Fact about Clara no. 1: I love Phantom of the Opera; it's my favorite story/musical by far.) I took a step inside the building and was instantly swept away by the crowd of people. The show had been running in the Majestic for a few months and everyone loved it. I was one of many audience members casting my eyes to the stage January 26th for the debuted performance. And now I found myself wishing that I had the money to see the show again! I sat on one of the benches and stared up at the "Majestic" sign for what seemed like hours. Soon the audience began coming out of the doors, signaling that the show was over and it was time for everyone to go home. I, however, didn't move a muscle. Eventually I stood up to go home and abruptly crashed into a dark figure walking swiftly in the opposite direction. "Oh!" I exclaimed. "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention…"

"Don't worry Miss!" A familiar voice said. "I wasn't paying attention either."

The man looked up and I immediately recognized him. It was Michael Crawford, the Phantom off Broadway! "You're… you're Mr. Crawford!" I exclaimed. "It's so wonderful to meet you!"

Mr. Crawford chuckled and said "I take it you've seen the show?"

"Of course, I was there opening night." I said proudly.

"You are a loyal Phantom fan." He said smiling.

I blushed, not used to talking to people, let alone famous people! I nervously tucked my chestnut wavy hair behind my ear. "Thank you." I said. "My name is Clara, by the way."

"It's nice to meet you." Michael said, sticking out his hand. I shook his hand, but as soon as I did that, lights started flashing around us and thunder crashed.

"Oh no…" I mumbled. "Mr. Crawford, I need to ask you to close your eyes and don't open until I tell you to."

"What's happening?" he asked with concern in his voice.

"Just listen to me!" I yelled. A blinding light flashed once and then everything went dark and I heard a splash. It took me a moment, but I realized that we had landed… in the middle of a lake. "You can open your eyes now, Mr. Crawford." I said.

"Where in heaven's name are we?" he asked.

I looked around, barely seeing anything through the dark. I looked up and saw a rocky ceiling. "We're… underground." I said.

"How did we get here?!" Mr. Crawford asked.

"Yes, I'm wondering the same thing." Another voice hissed.

"Who's there?" I asked, taking a few steps forward. I peered into the gloom and caught sight of candles illuminated the dark. "E-Erik?" I asked.

"How do you know my name?!" Erik roared.

"I… I don't remember." I stuttered through my lie.

"Of course you do!" Mr. Crawford said. "You read the book, didn't you?"

"Okay, here's the first tip about time travel: No one's supposed to find out you're from the future!" I hissed.

"Oh sorry." Mr. Crawford said. "Wait, time travel?!"

"Yes, I'm a time traveler. Kind of like Doctor Who, but unfortunately I don't have a police box and I have never saved the world!" I exclaimed.

"Doctor… Who?" Erik asked in confusion.

"Precisely." I said. "Don't ask it's WAY after your time."

"Clara, it is probably best if we don't confuse the wanted murderer…" Mr. Crawford said.

"He can't kill us!" I exclaimed "That would ruin the space- time continuum as we know it! Earth might slip into a black hole, or implode!" They were both silent and I asked. "Can we please get out of the lake?"

"Be my guest." Erik said.