(Summer's P.O.V.)

I walked out of the barn, carrying a bucket in each hand. Although it was hard work, I had missed this life while I was away at college. It was nice to come back for the summer. I made my way back to the house, and sat the buckets down outside the back door. We would always throw our leftovers in there to feed the pigs.

I walked inside the house, kicking my boots off right inside the door, and headed upstairs to the kitchen. My family lived in a decent sized house, but it was always filled with people. My older brother, Jeff, had already moved out and gotten married. My two younger brothers, Daniel and Kevin, were always running around the house, seeing what trouble they could get into. We almost always had neighbors around, as my mom always loved having people over. Then, there's me. I come back for holidays and the summer.

It wasn't the same, though, coming home now that Pa isn't here anymore. He passed away about two years ago. I still tear up thinking about it.

Once I was in the kitchen, I noticed we had friends over. I smiled at them politely, and poured myself a glass of sweet tea. I didn't feel like joining the conversation, so I just leaned against the countertop, gazing out the window. Before I knew it, my imagination took over my mind. I was thinking of a life elsewhere. It wasn't that I didn't like my life. It's just, fictional places are so much better.

My thoughts were interrupted when something passed my window. Something fast. It was so fast, that if you blinked, you would've missed it. I headed back downstairs. I was on my way to the barn, seeing as that's where it seemed to be headed to.

I quickly slipped my boots on, and ran out the door. What the heck was it?

When I arrived at the barn, I could see no evidence of this streak. I shrugged it off and was about to head up to the house again when I heard a groan. I followed the sound around the barn.

A confused look came across my face at the sight before me. It was a man - probably in his early twenties or so - sitting there, holding his head in his hands. I ran to his side immediately, worry consuming me.

"Are you okay? What happened?" I asked quickly before adding a bit quieter, "Where did you come from?" His green eyes met mine. He seemed quite confused.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I don't know what happened," he said, looking around. "Where am I?" he asked.

"You're behind my family's barn in McKenna, West Virginia," I stated. Once the words left my mouth, a look of shock covered his face. He stood up, and took a moment to gain his balance. He started walking towards my house, and I moved to where I was walking beside him.

"Where are you going?" I asked struggling to keep up with his long strides. Curse my tiny legs.

"Home," he replied, keeping his eyes focused straight ahead. I let out an annoyed sigh.

"Where exactly is home?" I asked.

"Palo Alto, California," he replied.

"That's quite a ways away. What are you doing in West Virginia?" I asked. He stopped in his tracks and sighed. He turned to me and put a hand on my shoulder. I looked at his hand then back to his face, with a look that screamed annoyed discomfort.

"It's complicated, okay?" He said, not removing his freaking hand from my shoulder. I grabbed his hand between my thumb and my index and middle finger. I removed his hand from my shoulder, and dropped it.

"Look buddy. I don't even know your name, and you just show up behind my barn. I don't know how or why you're here, but I've had a long day working on this farm. So, why don't you just go inside, call someone from home, and we'll find a way to get you home tomorrow. You can stay the night here, okay?" I ended with a question. He nodded, and continued walking back to the house.

"Oh, and by the way," he said, turning around, "My name is Wally. Wally West."

A\N: Soooooooooo, it feels like it took me forever to write this. I've had the idea to write this for a little while, but I had no inspiration for it. I know where I want this story to go, and it should get easier to write, but as of right now, I hate this story. I hope your feelings are different for it. Fun fact: this farm is based off of one of my good friend's farms. For privacy reasons, I had to change the location, but the layout of the house and farm are exactly the same (or at least how I remember it. It's been a little while since I visited). Anyways, if you feel like hitting the follow and favorite that'd be cool. Please leave a review, because things are only boring where there is a lack of imagination.

God Bless!