I think I have opened my eyes, but I see nothing. I can't see. I blink and things begin to appear in splotchy patterns, but I do have a terrible dizziness. Finally things come into focus. This place is fake. It must be a dream because the walls are fake to obvious proportions and the baseball game is one I have already seen with Steve. Is this Heaven, Hell, or somewhere in between? I open the door and there are men in suits and women in skirts that cling to their thighs. This isn't right. Everything feels real, but I begin to run. A siren starts as I get out of building.

This must be the longest and fastest running I have ever done. At least my dress is not absolutely awful, but I must not worry of that sort of thing now. I am a scientist and I question everything. How am I alive is one of the main questions running through my head. I see a huge tower with "Stark" in huge letters, bright above the city. New York has changed and the year is in the 2000's according to a flashing billboard. How has this happened? Has the war ended? I must get away from that place, though. So I run for the Stark towering building. Could Howard be alive and wrinkled? If so, I would love to see the handsome man who has lost that charm, and only have an ego to try and impress. I open the doors and I go to the receptionist.

"Where is Howard Stark?" I ask. People stare at me, then continue on their ways. The receptionist laughs, after a few moments her face morphs into a frown.

"Oh, you're not joking," she says.

"I take it he has passed away," I guess. It makes me a bit sad that he is gone. "Who runs this building?" She stifles a laugh. There are a lot of what seem to be electricity powered devices in this time.

"Well, his son of course, Tony Stark," she answers. I smile a little. I knew he would have a child with someone…other than me. I thank the woman and step back. An elevator. If this Tony has a brain like his father's, than he would have a private elevator requiring a card and a code. "It is 1943, correct?" I ask the receptionist stupidly.

"Excuse me?" she questions. I point behind her.

"That's what that thing there says," I say. She turns around and I swipe her card from the counter. She turns back around. "Oh, sorry. It says it is 9:43." I hurry off to the elevator.

"But, it's 4:22," she calls after me. I only follow one hall and find the elevator. I swipe the card and it opens. I step in and a British voice begins speaking.

"Hello, how may I help you Jessica Walden?" the voice asks. I look at the card that has the name Jessica Walden printed on it. I ignore it and begin thinking of codes. Howard's birth? No, if Tony is Howard's son, then he would care more about himself. Woman. Partying. Working. 1999? The turn of the century must've been a big deal. Especially for a big shot like him. Either TS1999 or 1999TS. What if it is Anthony, or something? He is probably too smart anyways and put in an impenetrable code. Then again, people would think that. TS will be first. I type in TS-1999. The British voice comes back on.

"What is your name?" it asks.

"Jessica Walden. Important business on the tesseract," I say. I have no idea why I said tesseract. It is probably lost in the ocean anyways. The elevator moves up anyways. It seems like it will never end then something hits me like a fastball.

Where is Steve? God, how could I not think of him? He has to be okay. He has too. He has more meaning for life than me. I need to find him. How could I come here first? It is too late. I might as well meet the kid who got the inheritance of a lifetime. The elevator stops and I step out. I woman stands next to a man. The man who has the likeness of Howard. I want to run up to him and greet him like an old friend.

"You are not who you say you are. So who might you be?"