Wes pulled his SUV up to the overlook. Below him the city of Silver Hills sparkled like it was speckled with diamonds in the sunlight. In the distance he could hear the bell in the clock tower chiming. Jen swore that she would make them preserve it in the future if Wes were to restore it to its former glory. Wes even went as far as to use Nick of Time odd jobs to help at risk kids do something positive with their lives.

"You'd be proud of it Jen." He said looking up at the sky. "We've helped a lot of people you and I."

Jus as he finished his sentence he saw a flash in the sky. It seemed to hover in the air. Wes never took his eyes off of it as he reached down to grab his binoculars. When he looked at it through the binoculars it was still indistinct but he could see it leaving a trail of black smoke as it spiraled through the sky. He watched as it crashed somewhere near the south end of Highland Cove.

Eric's voice crackled over the radio. "Did you see that?"

Wes pressed the button, "I saw it and I'm going to investigate. If that is what I think it is we don't need any prying eyes."

"I understand Wes. I'll have the Silver Guardians set up a diversion."

"Thanks"

When Wes reached the beach it was not what he'd expected he'd find. He thought maybe it was a crashed time ship but it wasn't. It was a time flier. He slammed his foot down on the brakes and came to a screeching halt. He slammed the vehicle into park and took off down the beach. He couldn't determine which of the time fliers it was. He started pulling through the wreckage looking for any signs of life or a pilot.

As he turned to look further into the wreckage he saw a glimpse of a white uniform. He ran towards it and his heart fell as he realized who it was.

"Oh no, Jen!"

He started pulling pieces of the bulkhead off of her. When she was finally free he carefully pulled her into his arms.

"Jen…Jen can you hear me." He pleaded "Jen, please stay with me."

Jen didn't respond. Wes put his head to her chest. He could hear a faint heartbeat. Wes picked her up and ran from the wreckage.

When he was about fifty feet away from the bulkhead a huge explosion rocked the beach slamming him to the ground. He tried to cover Jen with his body but it was to no avail. She rolled along the sand as he fell to the ground.

Wes pulled himself to his knees and saw Eric running toward him screaming his name.

"Eric" He gasped before collapsing unconscious to the ground.

"Jen." Wes whispered his eyes flickering open.

"She's here Wes." Eric said coming into view. "We got her out of there just in time."

"What happened?" He asked weakly.

"The timeship blew up. You got hit with a piece of flying metal. It cut right through your side. You were bleeding internally they had to operate."

"How long?"

"You should be out of here in a few weeks. Then it will be a few more months before you can go back on active duty with the Silver Guardians."

"No, Eric how long has it been?" Wes said attempting to sit up higher in the bed.

Seeing how pale Wes was unnerved Eric. "Wes you need to take it slow, they've got you on all kinds of medication."

Eric helped Wes to sit up more and offered him some water which he sipped gratefully.

"Eric, how long has it been?"

"You've been in here about two weeks." Eric answered sitting down beside the bed.

"Jen, how is she?"

Eric looked down at the floor.

"Eric you said you got her out of there, tell me."

Wes gasped in pain at the effort.

"Easy son," Mr. Collins said coming into the room.

"Dad, what's wrong with Jen. What is it that you're not telling me?" Wes pleaded.

Mr. Collins pulled a chair to the side of the bed and sat down taking his son's hand.

"Jen's in a coma." He said gently. "She had extensive injuries. They thought maybe that some of them happened before the crash."

"Before the crash? How?"

"Wes we don't know that yet. The only one who can tell us that is Jen and right now she's in no condition to tell us." Eric answered.

"I have to see her." Wes said pulling himself up more.

Eric stood up quickly and restrained him. "Wes you can't. You need to rest right now. You still have hundreds of stitches that can break with too much stress. You would die before you even got to her room."

"No." Wes said bitterly. "Jen needs me."

"Wes please." His father said putting a hand on his shoulder. "For once just listen to us. You have to stay here."

"All right." Wes conceded. He lay back on the bed again and closed his eyes. He felt like his whole body was on fire.

"Come on Eric, Wes needs to rest." Mr. Collins suggested.

Eric nodded and got up.