In Every Era-Preface
They would have never left home, but then it happened. The sky fell down, you know. A sky made of flames and gas. A sky from Hell. There was no time, that much they know. They were lucky to get out when they did. The bombs fell on their home. The others like them attacked. Hell came to town.

One day they were happy and going about their lives. Then, one day in the early morning hours, their world came crashing down. It was hot, hotter then a heat wave in July. Some of them knew why. It was because of the fire. The fire burning everywhere around them. The buildings, the plants. The people.

The stench of sizzling flesh is still fresh in most of their minds. So are the sounds of people, their families and friends, screaming, shouting,pleading for the pain to stop. It rings in their ears and haunts them in their dreams. Some wake up shaking, one even wakes up screaming.

They don't talk about it,though. Never. They've made a silent pact to never ever talk about it. Two years have past and not one of them has ever said a word about it. They just keep running. They run because they know that they can't stop. So, they keep going. They know they're supposed to try and save the world,but they don't want to. They just want to stay alive. And forget.

But, they can't forget. They can never forget. They're to young to feel the pain they feel. Sometimes, late at night, they think about why God let them live. Why'd he let the six of them live and why he let the other twenty-five mutants die that day. Then they think about how they got out. How Nick teleported Eli LeBeau,James Drake, and Annie Summers out. How Will, the boy with no last name, had grabbed Jack LeBeau by the hand and ran out with her. How Will held on way to tight and how his hand was full of sweat and blood. Some blood that wasn't even his own. But, they never talk about it. They did make a silent pact.

They never talk about it. They try so hard to forget. But they remember.