My bags were packed.
The car was waiting and I was going through the long line of good byes. It had been five years since Professor Xavier came to take me away from Mrs. North's evil clutches. Evan was watching the goodbyes from outside the gates and down the street. I knew he would be stopping by to see me off.
I was on my way to India. Why? Well isn't it obvious? I have the hands of the past and Mohenjo-Daro and Harappa are two Indian civilizations with a mysterious history. It was the Professor's idea actually. He was more than positive I would have the quandary solved by the holidays, which was when everyone expected me to come back.
Sure, goodbyes are always unhappy, but now I get to come back and those people will be right where I left them.
As there is always a beginning to a story, there is an ending. To this tale, fortunately, the ending is happy