Skye's POV

I stepped off the plane around at around seven o'clock in the morning, eastern American time. I felt my vocal cords shift back to their original state. I ran my fingers through my hair as I rolled my carry on behind me out to the car that was waiting.

I told the driver to take me up to my hotel by the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. Once there I tipped him and got my stuff up to my room. I had only paid for one night, as I wasn't planning on being there very long.

After I was "settled" I went out to the park and began the long hike up to my cavern. Once I made it there, I ducked inside and set my hand on my wall. I let myself reabsorb the energy that created it and sustained it all this time, dissolving the wall and revealing the contents behind it.

I grabbed the suitcases and sealed the wall off once more. Then I headed back to my hotel and prepared for a long cab ride in the morning.

The cab dropped me off outside the motel I would arrive at later that afternoon. I found a nook of trees to sit and wait in.

I watched the abandoned car in the distance, taking a moment to make sure they were gone. Not wanting to waste a second, I rushed out from under the cover of the trees. I picked up the keys from where they had been dropped on the ground, popping the trunk and tossing my bags in. I felt a pang of grief as I got into the drivers seat and started the car.

I backed out of the parking space as tears pricked my eyes. I shook my head to clear them as I got onto the freeway and headed towards my destination: an abandoned bunker just outside Lebanon, Kansas.

A couple hours later, I pulled into a garage and parked. I pulled out the key my grandfather had given me all those years ago. Although, technically, I suppose it was just yesterday. I walked over and closed the garage door, then grabbed my luggage from my trunk, and walked to the entry door. I inserted the key and opened it, turning off the light as it closed. I entered a hallway that already had the lights on, and looking back, that probably should have been suspicious, but I was tired, so blame it on the jet lag.

I walked down the hallway, tracing an electric signature back to a door at the end. If I hadn't known it was there, I might have completely missed it. I realigned my own signature to match that of the door, that way it would open for me.

I lugged my stuff through, then closed the door, watching it reseal and rescramble the signature. I then marched up the dim stairwell to a dark wood door at the top. I pulled out the key from around my neck, it's age very evident. It looked antique, and I guess you could say it was. I unlocked the door and took my first step into my new home.

A/N
Thanks for reading y'all! I'm working on writing more right now so stay tuned! Now to explain the confusion that I'm sure you have. So from the start, I knew that there would be a time travel aspect to this book, but I wasn't sure how I wanted to do it. So I decided to have one chapter set int the past, and then to skip back to the future. I still plan on writing out the past time, and explaining everything, but it will be a "Companion Novel" so to say, and it won't be for a while. Until then, you readers probably won't get the full picture without inference, but I will answer any questions I'm asked, unless it's answered in an upcoming chapter.

Again, thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy it! Comment please!

Mac