Good news and bad news. Good News!

Well... More content this time?

Bad news!

I had an idea for this story. It was cool, i think because I remember being like this is so freaking cool like I can't wait to write this.

But I forgot. More bad news! And an apology!

I've been working on my truck, putting the engine back in. That and Fareeha hadn't been on the past week and I took a few days to play with her. I'm working for who knows how long, so I have no promises on when next chapter should be up.

Anyway, Good news! Chapter! (Kind of) and I'm gonna change the title when I get on my computer, on my iPad right now.


"So, liking it here so far?"

Abbie jumped from her spot in the bed, looking towards the window to see a man sitting there staring out.

"Nice people here. They'll take good care of you." He turned towards her, before a look of mistake crossed his face.

"Wh-Where's your chest thing? Cronos Acceleration, or whatever?" He stood up, as Abbie started stepping towards the door.

"You must have me confused with another one of our operators... I just got here." She continued stepping toward the door. The man raised his watch to his face.

"Damnit, Chris. You sent me to the wrong place again, you dipshit. That's the second time in... What like a week? Your good with time, you tell me." Abbie made it to the door, about to open it, before the man looked back to her.

"Sorry bout that, the dumbass sent me to the wrong universe again." Abbie looked at him curiously.

"What?" She said, still ready to leave whenever she felt like it was necessary.

His green eyes widened in shock.

"Oh shit, wasn't supposed to say this. Damnit Chris. This could've been avoided if you weren't such a dumbfuck!" Abbie heard a mumbled reply from his watch.

As soon as he was about to say something else, the door flung open, pulling Abbie out and in her place stood Angela, pistol drawn, Abbie protectively behind her. Realization dawned on his face.

"Oh... Shit. Chris, get me out of here." Angela held her gun a bit firmer. "

Not until, you tell me who you are, and how you got in." He sighed.

"Teleportation. And you won't see me again. But if you do... I'm sorry." He turned to the window. Pausing for a moment.

"Spectre. Specter is one of my names." He said solemnly, before a black cloud appeared around him. When it dissipated, he was gone, a note sitting on the windowsill. Angela went and picked it up.

My love,

You will not find me. Do not bother looking.

~Spectre