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Raimundo sat up, rubbing the back of his neck. He was back in his Shoku robes, sitting on the ground. He looked around, realizing that they were still on the temple grounds. Omi was laying unconscious next to him. "Omi, wake up!" he shouted, shaking his short friend. Omi regained consciousness, squinting as the sun shone in his eyes.

"Where are we?" Omi asked, confusedabout what just happened.

"I think the real question is WHEN are we." Raimundo stopped as he noticed four young monks step out of the temple. One was tall and thin, with bright red hair and specked with freckles. His green eyes sparkled as he looked out across the grounds, seeming to stare right through Raimundo and Omi. The second tallest was a large and strong-looking girl, with glowing ice-blue eyes, her brown hair pulled back into a braided pony tail. The other two seemed to be twins, both having blonde hair and brown eyes, their short stature casting long shadows across the tiled ground.

"Who are they?" Omi asked, not recognizing them.

"I don't know," Raimundo replied, his voice taking a defensive tone, "but I aim to find out." Standing straight up, he brushed off his black shirt and red pants, and headed straight for the four approaching monks. "My name is Raimundo, Shoku Warrior and Dragon of the Wind. Who are you?"

He squirmed as the monks ignored him and passed right through him, as if he wasn't there. Feeling queezy, he said, "I hate it when people do that."

Omi raised an eyebrow, wondering what had happened. Walking over to the monks, he stood completely still. As he had expected, the others passed right through him, not taking notice that he was even standing there. "I think I know what happened," he explained. "When Jack Spicer and I activated our Shen Gong Wu, we must have combined the abilities of the Serpent's Tail and Sands of Time. Wemust have traveled in time, but we are unable to interact with anything."

"Cool," Raimundo replied. "Like the Crystal Glasses, but in 3-D. Now all we have to figure out is when we are, and where Jack Spicer got off to."

"Master Monk Omi! Master Monk Raimundo! We are ready for our lesson!" shouted the red-headed monk from behind them.

Raimundo and Omi gasped, not believing what they had just heard. As if in response to their disbelief, two figures stepped out of the shadows. The man to the left had dark brown, wavy hair that moved with the air as if they were partners in an elogant dance. He wore a black shirt, with white cuffs, that was tied down the center, and white pants that shimmered in the sunlight. The other man had a bald, oval shaped head. His yellow skin seemed to glow in the sun underneathe his dark brown robe shirt and black pants. He wore two sets of emerald-colored beads that hung from around his right shoulder across his chest to his waist, and had a dark red sash around his waist that acted as a belt. Both monks smiled as they approached the younger monks. "We are coming, young monks," the monk with the dark brown hair said, "Remember, those who rush into battle are also the first to fall."

Raimundo stared at the monks, and turned to Omi. "Am I crazy, or is that..."

"Us," Omi said, finishing Raimundo's sentence. His eyes widened as he stared at his older form. He seemed almost familiar to him, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

"Hey look Omi, your head shrunk," Raimundo laughed, teasing his friend for his large, ball-shaped head.

Omi didn't pay any attention to Raimundo's comment, lost in his own thoughts. We both are Master Monks? he thought, Even though I have messed things up so, I still make it to that level? A small tear rolled down Omi's cheek, Raimundo getting concerned for his friend.

"You ok Omi?" he asked, hoping there was something he could do to help.

"After all the trouble I have caused," Omi said, his gaze dropping to the ground, "I still was able to become a Master Monk. I am sorry Raimundo for being such a pain in the head."

"It's neck," Raimundo corrected accidentally, smacking himself in the forehead after doing so.

"That too," Omi said softly, trying to hold back the tears.

Raimundo placed his hand of his friend's shoulder, trying to give some comfort. "Don't worry little dude, it's no big. I would act the same way if I was in your shoes. And see? You don't have to worry about not becoming a Shoku Warrior, because as you can see we both surpass that level."

Omi looked up at Raimundo, drying his tears. He smiled, and through his arms around his friend, squeezing tightly. "Thank you Raimundo, you are a good friend. Now, let's find that Jack Spicer and get out of here!"

"Don't mention it," Raimundo replied, prying Omi off of him. "We can find Jack Spicer later, I want tofind out more about our future selves."

"It's not good to know too much about your own future Raimundo," Omi said.

"It's all good," Rai replied, "it's not like we can change anything."

"Time to visit my future evil self!" Jack Spicer laughed as the blades of his backpack sliced through the air, carrying him high above the ground. Coming close to his target, he descended slowly. He flew over his old mansion, where he had lived for many years. The paint on the outside was peeling, and vines were growing all over. It was as if no one had been there for a long time. He pressed a button on a device he had on his wrist, and a panel in the ceiling of his mansion slid open, allowing him to enter his lab. "Hey, it still works!" he said, his voice having a tint of surprise.

Jack's eyes widened in shock as he descended into his lab. "What the... What happened to my lab!" he yelled. Where once stood the workshop where he planned evil and built his Jack Bots now stood a graveyard of gadgets and computers. The lab looked like a battlefield, dark and burnt, as if someone had come and massacred the place. Robot parts were scattered everywere, torn apart by something unknown. "My babies!" Jack screamed, tears falling from his eyes. "Who did this?" His only answer was the sound of his own echo, reverberating through the morbid room.

He ran over to the Shen Gong Wu cabinent. Throwing the doors open, he found it empty. "Gone!" he yelled, though not really surprised.

He leaned back against a wall, sliding down it to the floor. He sat in shock, just staring at his destroyed home. "Everything I've worked for... Everything I've accomplished... All gone..." He wiped tears from his eyes. Pulling the Sands of Time from his coat, he stared at it intently. "I can still fix this!" he exclaimed, standing up. Holding the Shen Gong Wu over his head, he shouted, "Sand of Time!" expecting to be transported back to his original time. He looked around, nothing happening. "Man, it must need to be activated with the Serpents Tail again!" Turning around, he punched the wall as hard as he could. "OW!" he yelled, holding his hand in pain. He activated his backpack, the small blades extending and whirling around, lifting him up into the air. "Time to find those Xiaolin losers so I can go home."