The team was dumped into darkness. A cold mesh-walled room surrounded them and white lights flashed by as the lift ascended. Red light blinked brightly high above them, growing quickly closer and emphasizing the speed of the lift. All around were crates and boxes, a couple of nets and loose coils of rope littered the floor. They were pressed down by gravity but supported themselves cautiously on the various boxes.

"What just happened?" The team couldn't see well enough to see who was talking but recognized Cabe's voice.

"Well, the effects of the aging device were twisted and changed dramatically by a simple short circuit but further because of-" Sylvester began but was cut off by Happy.

"We're in the future." She dead-panned and felt around the room to find the crates and her friends, "I think Toby had something to do with it."

"What?! The coffee never touched your time-machine! I swear, it had nothing to do with it!" Toby tried to explain but couldn't think of a valid excuse or explanation.

"Sorry Happy, but he's right. It must have been a glitch in your machine, the spill was not a variable. We need to focus here though. We are trapped inside of an elevator in the future." Walter said. Cabe looked around at the dark lift,

"So this is what becomes of your genius station eh?"

"Well technically no. What I was trying to say is that this is also a wormhole, time and space, places, locations, it was all warped. We could even be on Mars for all we know although that is highly unlikely due to gravitational levels and oxygen, unless new tech can take care of that and many other problems." Sylvester's voice was harried and he took quick, short, breaths.

"Claustrophobic Sylvester?" Toby asked and he could just barely make out Sylvester nodding as another row of lights zipped by. Sylvester has many fears; of the dark, tight spaces, germs, drowning, among many, many, others, it was obvious that he would be distressed in this situation as well. The entire team felt sick to their stomachs by the shifting and blinking lights and the sharp jerks and scraping noises as the lift moved drunkenly upwards. Walter looked up at the fast-approaching red lights,

"I'm guessing those red lights mean the end of the line. No sooner had he said this then the lift reached the end of the line, the team being thrown down to the ground as a result of the impact.

"Hey, I found something-well, someone." the newly found, and slightly brighter red light showed Happy's silhouette and that of a much shorter and chubby person that she held upright by one arm.

"That's not Ralph." Paige sounded worried but happy that her beloved son hadn't also been thrown into this horrid situation. The person groaned and they could tell that it was a young boy, but much older than Ralph, as soon as he spoke,

"Huh? Who are you people? Where am I?" His voice was raspy and scratchy as if he had screamed for hours then not made a sound for a week. He was also very obviously frightened. Team Scorpion was stuck with the kid who rambled, talked, and asked all kinds of questions which some only Paige bothered to try and answer, for another seven minutes before the doors overhead finally cracked open slowly. For a couple of seconds the sudden sunlight was blinding but they quickly adjusted, except for the boy who claimed that he couldn't remember his name- or anything else about his past. Voices came from the outside of the hole in the ground where the box was, they were anxious, upset, confused, and many other negative emotions but not necessarily angered luckily. A rope was lowered as an authoritative voice spoke up,

"Welcome to the Glade."

Author's Note:) I'm glad that you liked this enough to go to the next chapter, but I have another story called 'The Talented Glade' which is my top-priority, but since these chapters aren't too long I will probably update just as often. And no, this IS NOT proofread, and I'm sorry if they seem OOCish.