Wow. I did not think it would be so long since I would update this again. I'm so sorry to keep you all waiting. To make up for it, I have an extra long chapter introducing another arc. I thank you all for the views, the reviews and the favorites. So with that, I hope you enjoy this new one.

It felt like such a small sensation. So small, he barely noticed it. It was the kind of sensation you feel when you believe you remember something. When your brain can't help but reset itself and you suddenly have a clear mind. It was almost the feeling of deja-vu, or the kind of clarity felt when waking up from a dream. It certainly felt like he woke up from a dream. His chest was pounding, and he found himself breathing heavily, like he finally surfaced to take a breath out of the water. He wasn't swimming, however, and he was sure he wasn't dreaming before he found himself where he is now.

The little boy looked around himself. The ceiling was so high and made with wooden boards. The walls were decorated with paintings, a mounted shield with two swords behind it. There was a table with intricate wooden legs polished to look like they were shining. A large television lay inside a larger cabinet. He then noticed he was lying on a rug with a design featuring curved lines overlapping each other to create an amazing picture. Wherever he was, this place was a palace in comparison to his own home. But that begged the question: Why was he here?

He slowly got himself upright and tried calling out for his mother and father. No response was heard. He was becoming frightened, as the realization that he might be stuck here began to sink in. It wasn't a bad place to be, but it wasn't his home. It wasn't where all his toys and games were. It wasn't where his parents were. Standing around crying about the situation wasn't going to help him. Perhaps there was someone inside this spacious home who could help him.

He began his journey by going through the nearest doorway, which turned out to be the foyer. Here, a staircase nearly encircled the room leading up to the house's second floor. The stairs themselves were covered by a blue carpet, kept to the steps with brass bars. Other than more rugs, a small table with a vase of flowers in it, and the door that looked like it led outside, there wasn't much else that gave him any clues. He thought to open the door and look outside to give him an idea of where he was, when he passed by a mirror next to the door. His reflection passing by it was what called his attention to it, and he would have paid it no mind, if he didn't notice he wasn't wearing any clothes.

The boy froze. The mirror wasn't tricking him as he looked down on himself. His short blonde hair and every other feature on his body was correct, but he was no longer wearing his T-shirt and pajama bottoms that he knew he had. He was wearing them because he didn't feel well that morning, and his mother thought it best to let him stay home. Discovering this, he thought it was better to stay inside the house and find something to wear.

He started walking through the doorway to his right, passing by a lavish dining room, through another passageway that led into the kitchen. Still no people to be found, he was beginning to wonder if anyone lived here. He was only six, so the idea of a house with many things in it but no people living there sounded like it made sense. Everything in the kitchen looked way too delicate to touch, and his parents always warned him about touching things that might break easily, so he refrained from doing anything and thought to continue his search. When...

A sudden noise coming from his right immediately caught his attention. Like a clambering of something trying to move. It could be someone else who's here that he missed. Or something. Moving slowly and carefully, he found that the noise was coming from the bathroom, as he could tell from the picture of the toilet on the nearly closed door.

Once he came to the door, the noises stopped. In their place, he heard a slight shuffling. Whatever or whoever was in there, he wasn't going to find out unless he opened the door. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

The bathroom looked as nice as the rest of the house. Old fashioned everything, from the wallpaper to the sink and the mirror. But his attention wasn't on the decor. It was on the woman lying on the floor of the bathroom. She had long chestnut hair that reached the middle of her back. She was definitely older than he was, probably around the age of his cousins who were away at college. He couldn't glean any other details from her, other than that for some reason she was lying on the floor completely naked. The boy had to make sure she was also alive. If she was, maybe she could tell him where he was and how to get out.

He stepped carefully towards the woman's body, taking in the view. He didn't have any siblings, so seeing a naked young woman was definitely a new experience for him. He was tempted to touch any part that looked foreign to him, but his parents had been teaching him the importance of manners lately, especially when it came to girls.

I should try to wake her up, he thought. Bracing himself for anything for a few seconds, he gently shook the women by her shoulder. To his relief, she began to stir awake. She opened her eyes, the color of coffee, and began to get up, groaning a little, like she had just been napping.

"Shoot." She grumbled after looking around. "I must've gone right before I got to bed." She then noticed the boy looking at her. She blinked a couple of times, narrowed her eyes, and then brought out a bright smile. "Brian? Is that you, Brian?"

The boy took a step back. "How do you know my name?" He had never met this woman before, so for her to know his name was incredibly frightening for him.

"Oh." The woman brought her hand to her face, looking like she accidentally insulted him. "I guess we haven't met yet." She saw that he was clearly scared. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm Morgan."

"Where am I?"

"Um…" Morgan looked. "I'm going to need to see more of this place. I can't quite remember." She stood up, revealing that Brian only came up her to her thighs. "I don't mind being like this, but if someone else is here, it'd be a problem with the both of us being naked." Brian blushed at the reminder that he had no clothes on, to which Morgan only gave a short giggle.

Closing the bathroom door, Morgan found a long blue robe on a hook. "This is perfect for me." She quickly slipped it on and tied the sash. "And we can use this for you." She walked over to the other side of the bathroom and pulled a blue towel off from the bar. The towel covered his whole body as he held it like a shawl over his shoulders.

"Ready?" Morgan asked. Brian nodded in response. "Up we go." Carrying him in her arms, the two went off to the foyer. "Hmm…yeah, I do remember seeing this place. Whose house was this, again?" She scratched her head in irritation.

"Um…excuse me. Morgan?" Brian asked, finding his voice again.

"What is it?"

"Where did my clothes go?"

"Oh, I see." Morgan said, looking like she finally got something. "Don't worry about those. You were at home before you were here, right?" Brian nodded. "So you'll get them back when you go back. You're not stuck here forever, it's okay."

"What happened to me?"

"Well, you see, what happened is…" A sudden noise and the shouting of "Ow!" distracted the both of them. "Now who could that be?" Morgan looked to the left and started in that direction, with Brian in tow. The hallway to the left led into what appeared to be a study.

There were a couple of bookshelves against the walls stocked with very big books. The carpet was short and attached to the floor, as opposed to the rugs that were placed on the wooden floor in the rest of the house. On one edge of the room, was a large wooden desk, full of papers and pens scattered about the top. In the center was a boy, older than Brian but younger than Morgan, on his back. He had short brown hair, and like Brian and Morgan were, had no clothes on at all.

"Are you okay?" Morgan asked the new boy, helping him stand up.

"Just once, I'd like to land on something soft when this happens." He said. "Sorry for intruding…" He stopped in the middle of his sentence when he noticed who he was looking at. "M-Morgan? You're here too?" His face flushed as he covered himself.

Morgan smiled. "Nice to see you too, Andrew. How old are you?"

"I'm sixteen." The boy named Andrew. "What about you?"

"Twenty-two, and I'm doing well, thank you for asking."

Andrew finally noticed Morgan holding Brian. "Who's this?"

Morgan chuckled. "You don't recognize him, Andrew? It's Brian!"

"Brian?!" He answered, extremely surprised. Brian wasn't sure if his reaction was a good one or a bad one, but Andrew's shock caused him to huddle closer to Morgan. "Sorry, dude. Did I scare you? How old are you?"

"Six and a half…" Brian answered nervously.

"I think this is his first traveling." Morgan added in a hushed tone.

"Oh. Well, aren't you the lucky one? You get to be with us!" Andrew patted Brian lightly on the head. These two people were very weird to Brian, but they were helping him, so they couldn't be that bad.

"Do you recognize this place?" Morgan asked. "It's on the tip of my tongue, but it's been a while since I was here last, so I forgot who it belongs to."

"Hmm…" Andrew looked around the room. "Nope. First time I'm seeing all of this."

"Shoot. Back to square one, then." Morgan sighed. "The only thing to do now is keep looking around. Let's get going."

"Wait! Can I get something to wear first?" Andrew asked frantically.

"Oh, right." Morgan laughed.

"Quit laughing!" Andrew shouted. "Just because you're comfy being naked doesn't mean the rest of us are." Andrew's attention changed to the coat rack in the corner behind Morgan. Skimming through the various coats and jackets, Andrew found something unusual. He pulled out a hanger, upon which hung a pajama set, a buttoned top and stringed bottoms. "What's this doing here?"

"Someone probably hung it there on accident." Morgan guessed. "It works for us, though."

"Yeah. I can use these." Andrew put on the pajama bottoms. "I'm sure this will be much better than the towel you're wearing right now." He held the shirt up to Brian, who just noticed he was being spoken to. "I'll help you." Andrew was right; the shirt was much more comfortable than the towel, though Andrew did have to roll up the sleeves quite a bit.

"Can you walk in that?" Morgan asked. The shirt was longer than Brian was tall. Brian tried walking, but nearly tripped on the third step, when Morgan picked him up again. "It's okay."

Andrew crossed his arms. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"How can I not?" Morgan said excitedly. "There's no telling when I'm going to see him at this adorable age again." She rubbed Brian's head, which embarrassed him greatly.

"How do you know me?" Brian found his voice again.

"You haven't told him yet, Morgan?"

"I was going to, but you interrupted when you came in."

"Well, sorry!" Andrew shouted in a sarcastic tone. "I'll remember to schedule my time traveling to somewhere more convenient!"

"Time traveling?" That was the one part of the sentence Brian didn't understand.

"That's right!" Morgan touched Brian's nose. "Right now, we're somewhere in either the past or the future." They began walking back towards the foyer.

"How did I do that?"

It was Andrew's turn to speak. "Well, you know how your relatives will say you got your father's eyes, or your mother's hair?" Brian nodded. "It's kind of the same thing. It's something you've had since you were born. There really isn't a way to control it…"

"And anything you had on you stays behind, so every time you travel, you're naked as a jaybird!" Morgan added.

"Every time?" Brian asked, getting scared.

"It's okay, so long as you find cover, and it's not too warm or cold." Andrew was trying to calm him down. "You eventually go back after a while."

"I know it's scary, Brian." Morgan spoke up. "But so long as you're not afraid, it won't become a problem." They started up the stairs in the foyer.

"Besides, you got us!" Andrew exclaimed.

"Who are you guys?" Brian was relieved to get answers about what happened to him, but he still didn't know these people.

"Sorry. We felt we had to explain the time travel thing first." Morgan answered. "We're your friends…or at least we will be, in the future. Your future."

"You guys are my friends?"

"I don't want to tell you too much, but you will help us out quite a bit."

"Maybe it's because you met us here first. You knew who I was when I first met you." Andrew said.

It was that point in the conversation that they reached the second floor of the house. The only thing that was in front of them was a wide hallway and more doors. Some were open, some were not.

"So…which room first?" Morgan placed herself at the head of the group.

Brian looked carefully. The first room to their right was slightly open. From what he could see, it was a bedroom, since the bed was in plain sight; a large green quilt placed on top. The shape made it look large and rounded, but it didn't move, and Brian had to convince himself that it was likely just pillows underneath. "Let's look in that one first." He pointed to the door.

Entering the room revealed that it was smaller than they expected. Other than the bed, there was a nightstand, a tall cabinet, and a sliding door closet. Much of the room had the same color scheme of green and brown. On top of the nightstand was a digital clock, which seemed to stand out amongst all of the old-fashioned furniture.

"1 o'clock." Morgan said out loud. "Odd time for everyone to be out of the house."

Just as she said that, a noise next to them attracted their full attention. The mound underneath the sheets on the bed started moving and a moaning could be heard. The mound moved towards the front end of the bed started to rise. When the blanket fell over, they could see the head of another girl pop out. Her hair was a short black color, cut almost like a bowl cut. She looked to be a little younger than Andrew.

The girl yawned and opened her eyes. "Huh? What are you all doing in my room?"

Morgan laughed. "I don't think you have a room this nice, Tina."

"What? Morgan?" The girl called Tina rubbed her eyes and looked around. "This isn't my room. That means…" She quickly looked under the blanket. "Darn it."

"I've never heard of anyone traveling under bed covers before…" Andrew wondered aloud.

"I didn't. I thought I fell out of bed and went into this one without thinking." She took a closer look at the others. "Are you guys all traveling from different times?"

Morgan nodded. "Andrew's sixteen. I'm twenty-two. And Brian here…" She lifted him slightly. "…is on his first time travel at six."

"I thought that this was Brian." Tina smiled and looked at Brian. "There's no mistaking that face."

"You know me, too?"

"I will, when you get a little older."

"How old are you?" Andrew asked.

"Twelve." Tina answered. "Can I get something to wear now? What's in that closet?"

Morgan walked over and slid open the door. Inside the closet was an assortment of old looking clothes: Blouses, button-up shirts and a few nightgowns.

"These look like stuff my grandma wears." Andrew sniffed closely. "Smell like them, too."

"You sure you wanna wear these, Tina?" Morgan asked.

"Just hand me one of the nightgowns. I don't care. I'd just like to not be naked." Tina took the nightgown and dove under the covers with it. After a few seconds of shuffling, Tina emerged from under the covers, the nightgown barely touching the floor.

"By the way, Tina...would you happen to know where we are?" Morgan asked.

"Hmm…" Tina took a look out the door and around the hallway. "Isn't this Flo's grandpa's house?"

"Ah!" Morgan shouted. "That's it! It's been a long time. You'd think I'd remember a place this fancy looking."

"All this time, and you still have the worst memory out of all of us. How did you live to be that old?"

"I'm just lucky, I guess." Morgan answered with a big smile on her face.

"Whatever." Tina scratched her head. "Since we're all gathered and covered, what do you want to do?"

"Well, we can always wait in the main room for the old man to show up." Morgan suggested. "I want to see the look on his face when he sees all of us here."

"That's assuming we're in a time where he knows all of us." Andrew interjected. "Because if not, he's gonna have a completely different face than the one you're thinking."

"We won't know if we keep talking here. Besides, we're a bunch of kids…and me. If he sees us just relaxing and watching TV, he'll be surprised, but I don't think he'd be angry if we try to explain ourselves."

"Then we better hope he listens..."

Going back downstairs, the group headed in the direction that was the most familiar to Brian: the room he first found himself in. Everyone was able to fit on the couch, with Brian sitting on Tina's lap while Morgan walked up to the large cabinet on the other side of the room and opened it to reveal a big screen TV. He'd never seen one so big.

"Judging by the looks of this TV…" Morgan said, looking over it carefully. "I'd say we're in a time he knows us."

"You're judging it by the TV?" Andrew asked skeptically.

"Technology's a good way to tell the age. That's especially important for us. Have you forgotten how rich the old man is? Why wouldn't have the latest stuff?"

"Could always be a different relative who wanted this. What if they're the ones who own the property?"

"Would you quit being a worrywart?"

"We randomly appear in different places naked! How do you not worry?!"

While Andrew and Morgan were arguing, Brian's attention turned elsewhere. There was a door that seemed to lead to the outside with a window in the top half. For a brief moment, he swore he could see someone looking inside. A face attached to a full head of curly red hair. Once the face noticed him looking, it immediately ducked out of sight.

"Who's that?" He asked out loud, gaining the notice of Morgan and Andrew.

"Who was what?" Morgan asked.

"There was someone at that door."

"Now who would be hiding out there?" Morgan walked over to the door and opened it. There seemed to be no one behind it, prompting her to look to the left and right, noticing something once she did. She let out a sound between a squeak and a scream, scaring Brian. "Florence!" She called out. "There you are!" Brian could then hear somebody talking, but it was so soft, he couldn't make out the words. Morgan only nodded and said, "Wait right there," before walking back into the foyer and up the stairs.

"Whew. Talk about lucky." Andrew rubbed his head. "Now that she's here, if one of her relatives shows up, she can vouch for us."

Tina sighed. "There wasn't anything to worry about in the first place, Andrew."

"Sure, if you explained something to a stranger, they'll help you. But one look at me and I'm likely to get killed."

"You're free to be wary, Andrew." Morgan came back, holding what seemed to be a bundle of clothes. "Just don't let that keep you from enjoying things." She handed the bundle to a pair of hands Brian could see peeking from the other side of the wall. After a few seconds, a girl walked into the house, dressed in a pink shirt and a jean skirt. She looked to be slightly older than him.

"Hi, Florence. You living here right now?" Andrew asked.

The girl named Florence nodded. "This is the week I get to spend here. I'm glad to see you guys. I'm sorry we didn't have any clothes out for all of you."

"Don't sweat it, Flo." Morgan replied. "We made do with what was here. So, where were you?"

"I was visiting…" Florence's voice trailed off as soon as her eyes met Brian's. "Brian?" He felt no other compulsion but to nod. "Hi, Brian!" She came up close to him, causing him to fidget and audibly whimper.

"Don't get too close." Andrew advised. "This is his first time. He doesn't know any of us yet."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Florence immediately apologized. "I'm Florence. I'm nine this year." She held up nine of her fingers. "Have you been okay so far?" Brian nodded. "Good. Why don't we watch some TV until you go back?"

They managed to find a basketball game to watch, as it was the only one everyone agreed was appropriate that wouldn't drive the older ones insane. Morgan brought juice from out of the fridge in the kitchen, and Florence found some food to snack on while they watched. While he was in a strange place dressed only in a large shirt, Brian felt at ease. These people told him they'd formally meet sometime in his future, he already felt like he had known them for a very long time.

After about a half hour, the front door creaked open. "Florence? Are you out and about now?" Called an old man's voice from the foyer. He stepped into the main room, dressed…just like how one would expect a grandfather to dress. Most of his hair was still on his head, quite white with age. "Oh…my…" He had noticed how many people were in the house. "I wish I knew when I would be receiving guests."

"Sorry." Morgan came up to the old man and gave him a hug. "I hope we're not causing too much trouble."

"Did you break anything?"

"No." Everyone responded.

"Then, it's fine." The old man smiled. "Have we been a good host, Florence?"

"I…kinda traveled before they all came here." Florence sheepishly had her hands behind her back. "When I got back, I was in the backyard and they let me in."

"Well, we're lucky these are people we know. I have to say, though," He adjusted his glasses. "I don't believe I've seen all of you come to this one point in time all at once."

"You haven't?" Morgan asked.

"It's quite an interesting sight. I should write this down."

"While you're at it, why don't you write down that this is Brian's first travel?" Morgan lifted Brian from the couch and handed him to the old man.

"Oh, is this Brian?" He asked. "Hello there."

"Hi." Was all Brian could say.

"I hope we get to become acquainted very soon, Brian. I know you'll become friends with all these fine people soon."

"Really?"

"Yes! In fact, I…" But the old man's words were cut off when Brian suddenly felt that same rush in his head that he felt when he first came to the house. After holding still and blinking a few times, Brian found himself looking at the ceiling of his own room. Feeling the room's carpet underneath him, he got back on his feet, and found his pajamas waiting for him on his bed.

As he put his clothes back on, he wondered to himself about what he just experienced. It was all quite a bit to take in, but if it meant he had friends, it was good enough for him. He got so lost in his thoughts, that he didn't notice the blanket was missing until he got on his bed. It was also then that he noticed the sounds of eating. Looking behind him, he found his blanket bunched around someone with familiar looking chestnut hair, except she was a lot smaller. She turned to face him, face full of bread crumbs from the toast Brian's mother left for him.

"Hi!"

And that's the chapter. I would appreciate any questions or comments you guys have. I'm thinking of continuing the Abigail and Phillip story with something I've been thinking of. I'll see you on the next update.