A/n: We are now officially in the good future! So lay back and enjoy the final part of the story, courtesy of me, LadyDiggory.

FEEL THE WARM BREEZE

Here comes the sun.

And I say it's alright.

Little darling it's been a long cold lonely winter.

THE BEATLES

X

She awoke in a dark room, a strange room. She heard someone fumble around the room, banging and clashing against different objects. The lights flickered on and Alex closed her eyes for a second. She slowly opened them and saw a mysterious figure.

"What the fucken hell Alex? Are you trying to wake-up the whole floor?" The figure said twirling her long dirty blond hair into a bun.

Alex pulled the sheets closer to her as she wondered where exactly she had ended up. She mumbled to the girl, "Sorry, nightmare."

The girl gave Alex a quizzical look with her brown eyes. She could sense something was out of place as she took a seat at the end of Alex's bed. "You okay?"

"Yeah." Alex responded lying through her teeth. Inside she was conflicted; one part of her felt as if they knew this person; while the other portion wanted to run and hide, praying that nothing bad would happen. She was not fine at all; in fact Alex felt she was going insane.

The girl chewed the inside of her cheek trying to figure out what was wrong with her friend. Alex's eyes scanned the room hoping there would be some sign as to where she had exactly ended up. The room, to her dismay, was filled with poster of bands she had never heard of and pictures on the desk with mysterious people she had never met. There was no way she could guess what had happened. "Alex, who am I?"

Alex opened her mouth hoping that a name would pop into her mind. Nothing came; there was no way out of this situation. Her eyes moved to the other side of the room hoping that the girl's name would be somewhere. All Alex could see was a colossal pillow shaped as the letter "M". "Don't worry M I know exactly who you are." Alex mentally exhaled; now she just had to escape. "Um . . . I have to go to the bathroom."

Alex pointed to the door hoping that outside laid a bathroom. M nodded and let Alex leave the room in peace.

There to Alex's dismay was no bathroom outside; instead she stood in a long dark hallway that had various doors on either side. She sighed out of anger; she felt so lost and confused. All she wanted was to know where the Elders had sent her but; she just ended up growing more confused by the minute.

"Chris." She whispered but, no one replied. There was no swirl of white lights filling the hallway and then transforming into Chris; there was only the darkness. "Chris!" She spat but, he still would not come to her aide. She sighed, silently praying that his death in the past did not affect the future.

Alex began to rub her temples attempting to calm herself down and clear her head so she could properly think. Her heart was pounding against her ribcage and fear was beginning to seep in. She just wanted to go home; the feeling of safety and protection was what she felt would be the cure to the insanity she was trapped in.

Still, she had no physical way of getting there. All her possessions, she assumed, were in the room. Her license, keys and cash trapped in the one place she did not want to return to at the present moment. And, since she did not know her location the idea of walking at that hour was out of the question.

There was only one choice left. Alex would have to materialize herself back home, the Montanas Manor. She glanced around the hallway hoping that no one would see her.

The coast was clear. All she could see were the shadows created by the night.

She closed her eyes in the dark hallway and disappeared.

There was a thud when she landed in her childhood bedroom at the manor. The walls were a faded pink, painted by their mother before their birth. White patches of wall peaked through as scars from the various posters and frames that had adorned the walls and were then abruptly taken down. The curtains draped down to the floor; there were little cuts and holes all over them from the wear and tear over the years. Two beds laid parallel of each other, each bed as distinguished as the girls themselves.

Alex walked toward her bed adorned in dark blue covers that glowed slightly due to the star stickers that spiraled above. She smiled as she sat down on the bed and looked at Amy's. She felt safe and secure. Her room was still intact, a sign that Alex was in the new future after all.

She sighed; everything had turned out fine.

Alex had to see more. To make sure that Chris was alive and well.

She pushed herself off the bed and walked out of the room to head downstairs. Halfway down the grand staircase Alex halted. She thought she heard something; a sound that she had not heard in years. Her heart began to race as she barreled down the stairs and into the kitchen. A smile came across her face when she stopped in the doorway.

Uncle Steve looked up from his coffee resting on the counter. The other person in the room did not care to turn around but, continued to make their midnight snack. Steve furrowed his brow. "I thought you weren't suppose to be home till tomorrow afternoon? Don't you have a class in the morning?"

Alex bit her top lip thinking of an answer. "Don't really feel like going. I've missed home too much." Her uncle shook his head.

The person making their snack turned away from the sandwich to look at Alex. "You're practically home every weekend! So, how can you be homesick?" Alex shrugged. "I guess you can't stand begin away from me that long. You know the 'twin connection' bullshit is running a bit tiresome."

Alex ran to Amy and embraced her. Strands of Amy's straight hair flew into Alex's mouth. She had missed her twin so much and could not believe that she was holding her sister alive once again; instead of the ash Wyatt had turned Amy into in the dark future. "It never grows old stupid, just us!"

"Alex, you okay?" Amy said pushing out of her sister's embrace.

"Never better."

X

The shadows had followed her from the darken hallway. They had seen everything.

They moved like the darkness that had created them long ago. They slithered through the halls of the Manor, following the girl; their Holy Grail.

They stopped midway down the stairs; close enough to hear what was occurring but, far enough not to be noticed by a wondering eye.

They were waiting for the perfect moment to strike. The time was drawing near.

A man walked out of the kitchen to let the sister talk.

He looked in their direction and saw nothing as they faded with the background. He sighed as he continued to walk away.

It was the same man who knew their plans, who knew why they would strike and it was their job to make sure he did not tell. He had promised them long ago that their secret would remain hidden; it had cost him a life but, that life was a warning for the future.

Next chapter SLEEPING . . .