It seemed simple enough: go back in time a few days and stop herself from borrowing her mama's necklace. Yet somehow, here she was 20 years in the past.
Dusting herself off, she looked around the room, full of photographs, black hoodies, and dolls. Peeking out the window, she recognized the Lost Woods Resort sign from pictures her aunt had shown her. Her aunt had bought the property and turned it into her own personal workshop, claiming that she worked best when isolated from the world.
Now though, the room looked nothing like her aunt's workshop and more like a creepy shrine. She needed to get out of here and hide the time machine before whatever obsessed nutcase renting the room came back.
The machine was surprisingly light and she managed to get it outside the "resort" quickly. Once outside, she finally had a chance to inspect the machine. Her aunt had been secretly building it to "fix the past" and "undo all the hurt she had caused" but hadn't had a chance to test it yet. If she ever managed to go back to her time, she could tell her aunt that it did indeed work. Unfortunately, the red blinking light that read LOW FUEL, made her doubt ever getting back.
Still, she couldn't just stay at the creepy motel all night. Taking a guess, she pressed the CONCEAL button, stepping back as the machine transformed into a car in front of her. Stepping inside, she silently thanked her parents for letting her take her driver's test early.
Driving toward the nearest town, she noticed the fuel gauge on the car wasn't connected to the low fuel light she had seen earlier. Somehow, she needed to find her aunt and figure out what type of fuel the time machine uses.
As she drove, she noticed the sign for Rosewood. Wasn't that where her parents grew up? Turning onto the main street, she saw the busy parking lot of Rosewood High. Curiosity found the best of her, and she was soon entering the high school that her parents were always reluctant to talk about. Walking the halls, she soon found herself face-to-face with her mother, just twenty years younger.
"You must be new, what's your name? I'm Paige"
"I'm Sydney," she replied, gulping.
