Damian did flying summer salts in the bright and clear sky. Completely ignoring the memories of the wind being in his face, or ever ruffling his hair. He told himself that being alone wasn't so bad because you got to do cool tricks while floating high up in the sky. Well... And due to the fact that you don't have any rules.

The sunlight shone right through him, failing to display a single shadow by his presence. He chuckled to himself, savoring this moment. The moment where he had officially become the perfect acrobat in the shortest amount of time: Overnight. He positioned himself in the sky as if he was lying on his back, resting his arms in a comfortably folded pretzel underneath his head. He looked up at the bright and sunny sky and watched as each of the clouds slowly passed on by. Boredom started to settle in slowly as he watched the display before him. Each little white puffy cloud floated on away in the same direction, always at the same speed. Every so often a cloud would slip under the beaming sun, the light blocked almost as if it was a slide under a microscope.

Damian failed to admire how each of them had their own shape, every cloud was different. Like people, and they were constantly changing. Morphing in the people history claims they are destined to be. Although the similarity between human actions and the inanimate 'object' known as clouds is clear, not all people are like clouds. You see, some people are exactly alike to a cloud. Without some people, it's a beautiful day.

But of course, Damian wasn't aware to any of this! After all, he is a little dense. If I do say so myself.

He sighed loudly in exasperation. "What to do, what to do..." Damian asked himself timidly as he stretched for no apparent reason, being that he had so physical body anymore. In doing so, he had a little look-see of the houses below. Even though the sight was upside down, a purple flare never failed to catch his eye. He leaned forward and set himself into a sitting position. It took a few seconds for his mind to register anything out of the ordinary before he finally turned back around toward a normal looking house. Damian exclaimed, "Wait a minute..." Before, knowing the nosey person he is investigating. During an investigation, and by that I mean becoming a peeping Tom as he peeked through a teenage girl's window into her bedroom.

Now, now. He saw nothing bad of course, but that didn't change what he saw.

There, stood his long lasted crush- Minx, as she stood before a purple electrifying portal. He saw how the purple color was standing strong in the pure daylight, as she perfectly positioned herself in front of the portal when the electric purple veins swirled. A light buzzing sound emitted from the electric display went on continuously through a conversation Minx had with an immensely fancy looking boy.

Damian lifted his eyebrows in surprise. He wasn't expecting something like this to happen right before his eyes. "Now what do we have here" He silently thought out loud when standing on the thin windowsill with simple expertise. The window was tall, and it was clear that you could see into the room.

Damian watched attentively while they continued with their conversation. Minx babbled on, without the knowledge that she was being watched.

Damian unlatched the window softly, handling the window firmly as he pried it open. It created quietly in response, making Minx and the fancy boy's heads turn.

Minx waved her hand dismissively at the boy next to her, claiming, "It's just the wind."

The fancy boy nodded, going on with their conversation. "I just don't think this is a good idea... I mean, I could change history. I like history the way it is you know." He exclaimed, his eye gaze nervously darting to the window.

Minx smiled in a sarcastic manner, making her move across the room. "Don't worry! This is a different dimension, but it's 99% the same as this dimension."

Horace relaxed a little. "Are you sure?"

She nodded, very sure of herself.

"What's even the difference anyway?" Horace questioned.

"Bernie Sanders becomes president." She said bluntly, starting to close the window.

Damian crawled through the window, quickly realizing he could have just walked on through the wall. After all, ghosts do all the time.

Horace sighed. "Very funny."

"I'm serious!"

"Geez, calm down. Wait, you're serious?" Horace said with disbelief crowding his thoughts.

Damian felt like there was some sort of the wind in the room. Which was weird, considering that he was a ghost. He shrugged it off, going to check out this 'portal' the two were talking about.

"Horace, are you going to the portal or not?"

"I told you, I'm not going."

"But then how else will you learn about the 60s?"

Horace turned the knob of the door handle, feeling the cool metal on his pale hand. "Perhaps google, or a book will help me with my project. But thank you for the offer."

The minute Damian was 5 feet away from the portal, he was immediately sucked in. The force was practically magnetic, almost as if it longed for his presence. But that idea was preposterous. Damian weighed literally nothing, so he was pulled inside. He expected to see himself being flipped several times in the middle of the air in a long and colorful time tunnel. He had seen it plenty of times in movies. But there was nothing of the sort! As soon as he fell through, he found himself standing in the middle of the...

TO BE CONTINUED

Author's Note: Did you read my last book; Dimensional Ability (Which makes this make more sense if you read it) What do you think will happen next? Will he finally meet our main character? What's her (main character's) name? How will they meet? Feel free to type your guesses below! BTW, did you like my last book?