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As a major Doctor Who fan, I am surprised that I didn't think this was possible. I fell through the walls of reality, through time and space and the void. I had no idea where I would end up, what would be on the other side. In the long run, it could have been worse. I could have turned up in the middle of the Salem witch trials or god forbid Nazi Germany. The best outcome in my opinion is if I managed to wake up in the TARDIS, then where I did wake up in terms of a universe, followed by just outside Saint Louis, but in the Defiance universe.

I woke up in a hospital, gasping like Jack Harkness returning to life and everything was different and new and I'm sorry, I feel like I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is Jonathan Stone, though most know my pseudonym, Reno Silas Karazura (Please note Jonathan Stone is not my real name). I tend to write fiction, but never publish it. Tend to keep it to myself so I can make it better. But it never seems good enough. I'm just rambling aren't I? Okay to the beginning of this story... It may take a while, viewing all of time and space before waking up in a hospital tends a to be a jarring experience.

There we go. That's how it started. I was talking to my friend, Mike, if I remember correctly.

"Hey Jon. You're my ride to prom, right?" He asked jokingly as we walked to lunch. He is trying to keep up with his buff, moderately tan five foot eleven body.

"Haha, no. I'm not even going this year. Too expensive, plus I don't have a job, or a date. " I responded quickly as my pale, lean six foot four frame easily pushes through the cafeteria door.

I was not letting him drag me to prom and then the after party that there always is. Oh dear lord the after party. Rumors were that at least one person always got dangerously drunk and at least one girl got pregnant each year at the after party. I avoid those kinds of parties like the plague.

"Suit yourself. Have you heard about the hikers going missing in the mountains?" He then asked. His short red hair curls ever so slightly to the right.

It was all over the news. Ten hikers have gone missing, and not just missing, dropped off the face of the earth missing.

We lived by the Poconos in Pennsylvania and people go hiking there often. Recently they started going missing too. No one could explain it and no bodies have been found or anything. Small animals have gone missing as well, but that's nowhere near as concerning. But they disappeared without a trace or scrap or clue to indicate why.

"Yeah, it's scary because it's so close to home. I hate thinking about it. It's almost a 'we could be next' thing." I say as I run my right hand through my short, spiky black hair.

"Don't worry. It hasn't been that close." He laughs.

"It's been closer than you think." I respond, glaring into his his icy blue eyes with my deep, forest green eyes.

"I guess. So I'm planning on going to the after party this year. Going to try to hook up with Ally."

"Really? Well good luck to you then. We are actually going up to the area where the disappearances happened that weekend. Where's the after party?"

"Believe it or not we have a couple houses rented by a lake in that same area. You can stop in and say hi or maybe one or two of us will pop down and say hi."

"Sure, I guess it's fine. Just be sober, not hung over." I warned Mike.

"Yeah, of course Jon. I'm not going to be careless like that."

Now I know what you are thinking. Oh there is a rift somewhere in the Poconos and he will wander into it sometime in his future or past depending on how you think of it. Keep looking. If I had only seen what I told you of my story so far, I would assume the same thing.

*time skip to prom evening*

"Oh this feels so refreshing. The air feels so crisp and clean." My mother says, inhaling deeply.

"Yeah, so much better." I simply state, as I didn't care.

I had wanted to go out and walk around. See if I could find out what was going on with the missing people. I certainly wasn't expecting to but, hey you never know.

"Oh lighten up Jonathan, were only up here a few days. You can survive without your books for a few days, can't you?"

I recently began delving into the Newsflesh Trilogy, a series of books written and owned by Mira Grant. I fell in love with the zombie series. Berkeley, California in the 2040s. I cried at the end of the first book I loved it so much (I really did). The raw emotion at the end of that first book. Simply wow.

Anyway. I knew I could survive without my books, but I truly enjoyed them. It was just my mother and I who went to the Pocono house this weekend. My brother found out he has a game this weekend and our father is taking him. My father was not too happy about us coming up here. The disappearances actually concerned him. That was a first. He doesn't know what is going on, but he said it has a sinister feel to it. I believe him, but I'm not afraid of it.

"Hey, when are we going to reach the house?" I ask.

"It will probably be another half hour."

"Okay, it's a shame that Will and Father couldn't come. " I state. I didn't get along well with my father so I'm glad he didn't.

"Sure is. They really will miss out. Please don't wander off though. I don't want you to fall of the face of the earth."

"Stop treating me like a baby, mother. I can handle myself. I mean really. What were the martial arts classes for if not to defend myself if need be?"

"You know what I mean, Jon, be careful when you do."

In case you may be asking . Why are you calling you parents father and mother instead of mom and dad. It's something I do when frustrated.

I roll my eyes and focus on the road ahead. I know the after party is going to get out of hand as it does every year. If I don't keep my eyes out for my friends, who knows maybe one of them could be the next vanishing act. D'Arvit (yes, I am referencing other shows, movies and books a lot, but it's not a true crossover). Mike is going to guilt me into going to the after party. I could tell. No sooner had the idea crossed my mind, then my phone started to ring. It was Mike.

I pick it up and say, "Fine, I'll be there."

"Wow, I guess the rumors are true. You are psychic."

"Yeah, I predict you will suddenly be disconnected from this call within the next eight seconds. " I snort, hanging up on him.

"That wasn't very nice. Was it Mike?" My mother asks.

"Yeah. He and a couple of friends are going to have a get together at a house they rented up here this weekend." I say glad that my mother never heard the rumors as she didn't grow up in town.

"And he's been wanting you to go?"

"Only as the voice of reason and to bail his sorry behind out if he causes trouble."

"Great friend you got then. I think he has a thing for you."

"I don't think he does. I wouldn't care if he did, but he'd be in for a disappointment. I don't think of him in that manner. I don't think I could even imagine him in that manner." I was honest there, and while, yes it was possible that Mike might have feelings for me beyond that of a friend, I had none for him.

Now don't think I'm being homophobic, I have a couple gay, and bi friends and I'm at least bi-curious. And yes I would go for John Barrowman, who plays Captain Jack Harkness.

"I know that. I'm just letting you know to let him down softly if he does. You've known him a long time. He deserves that much."

"Of course. I still respect him enough to give him that." I say to my mother.

The rest of the short car ride is quiet. As we listen to music on 104.5 FM. It's holding its signal surprisingly well so we don't change it, nor is there crap music on. As we pull up to the house the radio is shut off. We were walking distance from the lake but far enough that the loud music wouldn't get through the trees.

We unpack the car and unlock the front door. It's stuck so I have to kick it in. Not literally but that is what it most feels like.

The house is owned by my mother since before she married my father. They went up there often before my brother and I were born and while we were young. Now, it's rare that we visit our mountain house. I enjoy the air up there more now though. It's nice and quiet, usually. It was the perfect atmosphere for reading when my mother lets me as I'm prone to getting lost in my books. It's a small, peaceful house comfortably fitting four or five people.

I go in and set up for the weekend I know will be coming when prom ends later tonight. I know what hell will follow, and worse yet, I know that there is a chance I may not come back from it. It was just a nagging feeling in the back of my head, annoying as anything. But I can't do anything about it, and that is almost as annoying as knowing something will happen to me or my friends. My friends say I'm psychic, and the more I think about it the more they actual seem to make sense, regardless of the fact I deny it.

"So are you going to walk over to your friends place when he gets up here?"

"Yeah, I plan on it. It's not far. So anything planned for dinner yet?"

"I'm thinking burgers. Sound good to you?"

"Sounds perfect. I'm going to get the cable working while you prep." I tell her as I always do when we get here after a long time.

"Okay, then could you get the grill on?"

"Sure."

And that is exactly what happens.

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