Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

I don't own Tomorrowland,

And neither do you!

A young girl, who looked about thirteen or fourteen years old, and a tall man in his early twenties were treading together along the edge of a wide, open, grassy field. In the background was the faint skyline of London, partially hidden by a light mist in the atmosphere.

'Thalia, how far away is it?' the man asked, as the sound of mud squished under his footsteps.

'The portal should be approximately ten kilometres away.' As Thalia said this, they climbed over a poorly built brick wall onto a typical countryside road.

'Ten kilometres?'

'We'll take a car.'

'You mean... steal one?'

'Sean, it'll be fine,' Thalia said convincingly. And as if on cue, they approached a farmhouse with a rather dilapidated pickup truck and four-door saloon in its driveway. She went up to the side window of the saloon and punched it, shattering the glass with ease. Sean stood there hesitantly.

'Would you rather walk?' Thalia asked.

'No... but I'm trusting you on this.' Sean shuffled into the passenger seat while Thalia started up the engine. A man, upon hearing this noise, appeared in a window of the first floor.

'Hey! Hey!' he yelled; but the saloon had already driven off.

As Thalia veered onto a main road, Sean said, 'so... tell me more about Tomorrowland.'

Thalia smiled. 'You'll have to wait and see for yourself.'

Suddenly a car travelling towards them swerved onto their lane in an attempt to avoid hitting a couple of wheelie bins on the side of the road; in response Thalia frantically tried to dodge the car, but due to the wetness of the road the car skidded and drifted off the road with a high-pitched screeching sound. The car slid across tarmac and collided into the window of the front of a pub, shards of glass falling and laying across the bonnet. Sean jerked forwards but luckily his seat belt pulled him back, his head only scraping the dashboard. Thalia, however, slipped out of her seat belt and flew forwards, crashing through the windscreen; she flipped over the bonnet and landed upright, sitting on the floor of the pub.

'Oh my God, Thalia!' After regaining his sense of balance, Sean rushed out the car and into the window of the pub. He saw a few tables and stools knocked over but fortunately nobody was injured. He felt an array of eyes glaring at them, alternating between him and Thalia.

Thalia stood up straight, sweeping shards of glass off of her body. 'We'd better get out of here,' she whispered to Sean out of the corner of her mouth.

They rapidly climbed back into the car and Thalia reversed out of the pub, the revving of the engine and the sound of crunching glass blocking out the yells of the bartender. The cracked rear view mirror showed the bartender yelling and trying to catch up with the car, but Thalia had already driven away.

'Nice. Good job, Thalia.'

'It wasn't my fault,' she said, feeling miffed.

Sean and Thalia both sat there in silence, the cold wind blowing past their faces through the no-longer-existent windscreen. Thalia, with one hand on the wheel, took out her phone from her pocket.

'Are you kidding me?' Sean said in a disgruntled manner. 'You crashed after ten minutes and now you're using a phone while driving?'

Thalia ignored him. 'Casey?'

A voice unfamiliar to Thalia answered. 'Hello. My name is Athena. I'm sitting in for Casey while she's away.'

'Wait – are you the Athena?'

'I... believe so.'

'Wow...'

Sean sat there quietly while Thalia and Athena continued their conversation.

'...so you see, we need to get back desperately.'

'Okay. We'll be there as quickly as possible.' The call ended there.

'Is there a problem?' asked Sean.

'No.'

Sean was befuddled, although he had been for the last day so it was not unexpected.

In the background, there was the barely audible sound of sirens.