Two boys run down the hill to meet some girls. One of them is the guy who told me the date. I stand there looking down at the broken vial in my belt. A few shards of glass dig into my skin but I easily pull them out. I immediatly reach for my spare time tears but the second they're out a boy in pajamas snatches them out of my hands. I sprint after him, past the others and over a second hill. The city is nothing like I had ever been in. Not my mom's or my time. I struggle to take in the scene before I remember my problem. I glance around trying to figure out where he went. I yell at myself for letting him get away and soon my vision is clouded by tears and I find myself on my knees. I had only cried once before and that was when I was a baby so the sensation was strange to me. I hear the voice of the people I ran past coming over to me but I don't feel like getting sympathetic looks so I pull out my knife and they give me space. I wish I could pull out my suit and my wings but I know I will just be captured or something. I put my knife back in my belt and check to make sure I have everything. Then I get up and look at the people who surround me. I walk to the guy who gave me the date and say what date was it or really what date will it be. He looks at me confused and I say What century are YOU from?

Here is a TOP! And a post.

~Dora~

"What century are you from?" the girl with the knife asked Errol. He strared at her for a minute, as if trying to figure if she was safe. Finally he answered, "I am from 1945. And you, may I ask?"

"The future," she replied simply.

"From now? Amazing," marveled Fleix.

She shrugged. "Not really. But I might as well get used to this old-fashiondness. I will be living here after all."

Her words struck me like a dagger. "W-what? What do you mean?" I asked. "And who are you?"

"Isn't it obvious?" she asked. "With my time tears gone, we can't go back home."

I stared at her, questions whirrlng in my mind. Who was she? Why were we here? What were time tears? And who was that boy in striped pajamas?

Dehlia's mind was spinning.  Time tears? What were those?  And how could people come from the future if it hadn't happened yet, let alone GO to the future. Wait, then how exactly was SHE herself here? So, was she really just something that had already happened? That no one even remembered very well? How were they all here? And a war, going on in the future? What about the one going on right then, or had been going on? Ooh. All of this made her head hurt.  From Felix and Dora's expressions, it was confusing for them too.  But first, who was that man in striped pajamas?

Okay, so, right now we probably need something from our villian. Also, does the striped pajamas thing remind anyone else of The Boy in Striped Pajamas? Sorry, it just does.

Okay...Errol is from 2021? *is confused* But, oh well.

~Dora~

All is quiet under the bridge. Only the sound of the loud noise of cars, the talking of other people, the hazy noise of the...future life. Only one noise ove rules the rest. The screaming sound of silence.

"What are time tears, anyhow?" I heard my own voice break the silence.

The girl with the knife looked up swiftly. "I am afraid we don't know each other," she said in a flat voice. Apparently the tears were a touchy subject. "I am Elexhiia Earhart. Unknown daughter of Amelia Earheart."

We introduce ourselves, and then another silence falls. Finally Deliha askes softly, "Umm, what are time tears?"

Elexiia bit her lip. "Time tears," she says finally, "are a magical liquid that can transport us to any time. We might have all gotten home, but that pajamas guy took them. They were the thing to help me to go from 25th century to  1951."