"Kyara?" Bryan said and joined me at the window. "Whoa." He said and looked around outside.

I noticed something speed by the window, and I fell backwards. Bryan caught me before I hit the floor.

"What was that?" I asked after I regained my balance. It was the same type of thing I had seen before when I looked outside through the roof. It almost looked like the outline of a person.

"I don't think we're in our time. I think we're several years after," he said.

Hugo and Bella joined us. Luke stayed with Liam. He seemed slightly scared.

"Kyara," Liam said. I looked over at him, and saw that he was staring at his wound, which began to bleed again and stain the carpet below.

I ran over to him and asked Bryan to find something to stop Liam's blood flow.

Bryan, Bella, and Hugo all chose doors and opened them at the same time. There were four doors in all, so I went to the last door on the right side of the room. My door led to what looked like a closet, but inside was what freaked me out. Clothes were there, yes, but they were not hanging on hangers, which hung on clotheslines. Instead the clothes were hanging in the air, as if something was holding them. But I could see nothing holding them.

I took the first thing I saw, a black shirt, and as I touched it, it fell onto my hand, as if gravity had kicked in. I ran to Liam and put the shirt over his wound to stop the blood flow.

"I think that's a bathroom," Bryan said as he came out of his door. "I found some type of healing ointment." He shrugged and came over to Liam and me.

I took the tube that looked like a toothpaste bottle out of his hand and unscrewed the top.

"There's no rosemary in there right?" Liam said.

"It just says 'HEAL' on the tube. Nothing else," Bryan said.

I turned the tube over, assuming that it was paste in the tube and that when I turned it over, nothing would come out. But, instead, a clear mist came out and, as it hit my arm, it disappeared. I felt a cool sensation and then a ton of energy surge through my veins as every sore bone and muscle in my body felt completely cured.

"You okay?" Bryan asked.

"I feel great!" I said and jumped up. The headache I had when we left England had entirely gone away.

Bella and Hugo came out of their rooms at the exact same time and looked at me with similarly confused expressions on their faces.

"Well," Bella began and pointed back toward the room she was in, "there's tons of weird tools in there that make no sense to me but look kind of awesome. I want to try them out."

"My room has to be the bedroom. But the bed looks nothing like a bed," Hugo said, walked over to me, and held out his hand.

I handed the tube to him and he looked at it. He smelled it and squinted his eyes to look inside the tube. He poured a bit of the mist on his hand, and his eyes immediately opened wide and his expression turned excited.

"It smells like water and feels cold when it touches your skin, but it does great justice to you." Hugo handed it back to me.

I kneeled back down next to Liam and took the shirt off of his leg and unwrapped the soaking cloths. The wound began gushing blood and I quickly poured the mist on his leg. When it touched his leg, Liam screeched in pain for a split second and then stopped. The bleeding ceased, the wound vanished and, though there was still blood all around his leg, it looked like there never was a deep sever on it.

"No way," Liam said.

"Impossible," I said.

"How?" Bryan said.

"That's not normal," Hugo said.

Bella and Luke had their mouths dropped and they were both speechless.

"See if you can walk," I said and helped Liam up. He was hesitant to put any weight on his leg, at first, but after a few seconds he did. His eyes grew wide and I knew he wasn't in pain anymore.

I helped him walk around the room until he said he could walk on his own.

"Impossible," I repeated as he walked around, smiling.

"I love the future!" Liam said and jumped up and down a few times.

"Me too," I grinned. I felt more energy than I had ever felt before.

"Kyara. We have to think logically here. We aren't in our time. We've lost the phone again, I'm guessing. And Mom and Dad aren't with us. We have to figure out what to do," Bryan said, bringing me back to reality. I had to fight the Healing Mist to realize the truth. We were, once again, lost, and we needed help. But who would help us? We knew nothing about this time. How would we be able to get through this time without knowing anything about it? We had been lucky in the times before because we knew about them, but this was different.

"You're right. We should figure out what to do." I started toward the door, but a big whooshing sound caught me off guard—almost the exact same sound that we had heard the day of the storm when everyone allegedly disappeared.

"What was that?" I turned around and everyone stared at the steel box.

The knob began to turn, and my heart started to pound. I wanted to say something, like, "run," or "who's there," but I couldn't sum up the courage to say anything.

The door on the box began to open and a man, about ten years older than me stepped out. He had blue hair, but wore all white—a white coat, white pants, and white shoes. He wore circular goggles, but they were not—I came to realize—attached to him. Instead, when he moved to look at us, the goggles moved with him, as if gravity was not a real thing anymore.

His eyes grew wide as he checked out each of us. None of us moved. We had no idea what to do, nor could we do anything. We were in his house, and we were trespassing—if trespassing was even a real thing in this era.

"I can't believe it!" He said. "My father told me that I would be the one to witness it, but I still can't believe the day is actually here."

I had not a clue what he was talking about, but I don't think anyone else did either.

"I'm sorry," Liam said and walked over to me—how was he able to walk and talk? I sure couldn't. "Who are you?"

"Oh, right. You, obviously, don't know who I am." He smacked his head with his hand and the goggles disappeared for one split second, and then reappeared when he dropped his hand back to his side. "I'm Philo, your great, great, grandson," he pointed to Bryan.