Our gazes locked for a moment. The new boy's eyes were ablaze with an intense look of hatred.

"Glad to see you finally got her to come home," he snapped at Samuel as he walked into the room, stopping right in front of me. His white suit seemed almost small on his thick frame. "But, it's too late. Take her back and let her live her life wherever she was hiding. We don't want her here Samuel."

There have been very few times in my life when I had felt like I didn't know what was going on or didn't have an answer. Usually, I was the one who silently witnessed what others were doing. I knew their favorite drinks, colors, the people they liked and secretly didn't like. All of that information was stored in my head. I had gotten perfect scores on all of my standardized tests in school and had managed to shoot to the top of the class, but none of that seemed to matter right now.

"What in the world is going on?" I asked.

Samuel looked over at me. "Esa, this is Theo... Theo Marcus. You obviously don't remember him either."

Theo continued to glare at me with his arms crossed over his chest. He opened his mouth to say something and then stopped. His eyes were filled with so much anger, it caused me to look away.

"Theo, give her a break," Samuel said as he leaned in and tried to pull back a strand of my hair. Instinctively, I jerked my head backwards, away from his touch.

"Hold still Esa," he said.

"What are you doing?" I asked. "Don't touch me."

"I'm looking at something behind your ear."

"I said don't touch me," I pulled away again from his approaching hands.

"Relax. I'm just going to pull back a lock of hair —"

"I'm not joking. Stay away from me," I pointed my finger at him, this time my voice firm; although, I wasn't sure it mattered since I had no clue where I was or anything about the two boys in the room with me.

"Can I just look at something right behind your right ear lobe?" Samuel asked.

"No."

"Esa, don't be tough. Just let me look."

"Why?"

"Esa, answer my initial question," his face had grown even more serious.

Finally, I relented. "Fine." I had never allowed anyone to touch me before. It felt weird to have someone else's hands on my skin.

I felt a shock of electricity as his fingers touched my ear.

"Ouch!" I jerked away. "That hurt."

Samuel pulled his hand back. "Esa, let me ask you something else? Have you noticed any changes to the electricity inside your body?"

"What do you mean? What electricity?"

He looked at me for several seconds before holding out his hand, displaying a thin line of electricity dancing in the middle of his palm. "Earlier when you touched my shoulder, I felt your electricity. It was weaker than in the past."

I had never told anyone about the odd things I could do, but Samuel knew my secret. A part of me wondered if this was some sort of trap. Was I being watched right now by the government? I had felt the shock from his touch a few seconds ago, but he hadn't even flinched when I had touched him.

I thought back to the bridge. Samuel grabbed my shoulder. He had caused me to black out. I stared at him, trying to take everything in, wondering if I was stuck in some sort of weird dream.

"How did you know I could do that?"

Theo laughed sarcastically behind me. "You're not the only special one, princess." His mood had obviously changed, for now.

Before I could dodge him, Theo placed his hand on my lower back and sent a bolt of electricity through my body. The voltage was much more intense than what I'd sent through Samuel. It caused me to twitch as a burning feeling rushed from my back through every joint in my body, further igniting my anger.

The smug look on Theo's face said it all. "You're right. Her energy is weak."

"How are we able to do that?" I gasped as the pain subsided. There was so much I wanted to know. Finally, someone knew about my secret. I wasn't the only freak. These two boys looked and acted like me. But where had they been for the past three years?

"I'll be back," Theo said as he abruptly left the room.

"Hmm. There's a lot to explain, but right now I need to know what happened to you," Samuel said, biting down on his pale lip. "Why were you walking down a crowded hallway in the year 2010? People seeing us can have big consequences."

"I have no clue what you're talking about," I responded. It was the truth. I had a perfect memory of the past three years, but prior to that, there was nothing. It was all gone. "I was walking down the hallway of my school. It's required that I attend school otherwise I would have stopped long ago."

"How did you get there?"

"I walked."

Samuel pinched the bridge of his nose. "Let's start from the beginning. Esa, you went missing three years ago. What happened? Do you remember anything about why you left?"

"Missing from where?" I looked around the room wondering if he was talking about this place. It didn't seem possible I had ever been here before. There was nothing about it that seemed familiar.

"From here. From your home. From the team," Samuel sounded annoyed by my questions.

I drew in a deep, shaky breath. "Sorry. I don't know what you are talking about."

"You have to know something," he responded, before I could argue.

I rubbed my temples trying to relieve some of the pressure in my head as I thought about Samuel's words. There was something about Samuel that made me want to trust him. He was like me.

"Not much. Three years ago, emergency crews found me at the scene of a car accident. All I remember is a bright light and then suddenly I was standing in the middle of a road near one of the cars."

It had been three years, but in my mind, I could still hear the sound of twisting metal as the two cars collided in front of me. It had all happened so fast. Afterward, there had been an unforgettable burning smell in the air, like a field of tires was on fire. I had walked around both of the mangled cars, but everyone was dead.

I took a deep breath and began to tell Samuel more of what I knew. "There was a car accident and I was the only survivor. The authorities tried to find someone who knew me, someone who could tell me about my past, but there was no one. Only a torn piece of paper in my hand that had the words 'Esa, Meet me' typed in some sort of weird font. The rest of the note was missing. I assumed my name was Esa because I was holding the note, but other than that, I've spent the past few years on my own... without any memories prior to the accident."

"Esa, you were in the year 2010. Authorities couldn't find anything on you because you weren't born yet."

"Huh? What are you trying to say?"

"You weren't alive in 2010," Samuel quickly shot back.

"I feel very much alive right now," I clapped my hands together to prove my point and then stared into his eyes.

Samuel lowered his head. "Esa, we are no longer in the year 2010. I've brought you home."

"What?" I surveyed my surroundings, wondering, again, if someone was testing me. "Samuel, this is the year 2010. Are you sure you are feeling okay? Trust me, I know what year it is —"

"We are not in 2010 right now," he shook his head back and forth.

"Then where are we?" I asked, curious to hear what sort of answer he would provide.

"In the present day. The year 2105."

My lower jaw dropped as I tried to take in what he had just mentioned. "Is this a joke? What's really going on? There's no way we are in the year 2105. That's far in the future," I said, looking around for the cameras that were surely recording my response so it could be replayed on some random reality television show later tonight. "Ha. Ha. I'm not falling for your games."

Samuel took a deep breath. "This is not a joke. Esa, you travelled back in time and got stuck in that year."

"That doesn't make sense. How did I travel through time? What you are saying is impossible –"

"No, it's not," Samuel's voice remained steady.

I tried to hold back my laughter at his ridiculous statement. "Let me guess. We have a flying car that helps us get around."

Samuel let out an exasperated sigh. "Flying car? What are you talking about?"

I sat motionless. "You're pretty funny."

His lips pinched together. It was the same questioning look he had given to me in the hallway at school. "By the way, you were correct about your name. It is Esa. Captain Esa James."

"There was a woman who appeared in the room I was in a few minutes ago. She called me Captain James."

"That's LUX, and she was correct. I have let her know to use your full title."

I was trying to make sense of everything he'd said, but it seemed pointless. He kept saying I had travelled through time. How was that possible?

"Where have you been living for the past three years? At that school place?" Samuel asked.

Theo let out a sarcastic laugh as he came back into the room, but I could still hear the anger in his voice. "She went back to school? Wow, she must really have wanted to get away from us if she decided to leave here to go back to school in another century."

"What else was I supposed to do? Someone told me I looked young enough to be in school. So, I went where they put me, but I didn't live there. I lived with families," I said dryly, annoyed, but also intrigued by his comment. I would have loved to have been able to say there had been a bigger reason, but there wasn't. When you're lost and have no memory you hold on to anything and everything people say to you. "Unfortunately, all of the families thought I was weird, so I was moved around a lot."

Theo looked over at Samuel. "We will need to go back and clean up her mess. It sounds like too many people saw her. I'll talk with Audrina and get her to handle it. I'm surprised we haven't felt more ripples."

Samuel nodded in agreement. "Now that we know about the accident, try to find it and see if we can figure out what happened and how Esa was involved." Samuel then turned back to me. "Esa, is there anything else we should know about?"

"I don't know."

"Think about it," Samuel prodded. "If something comes to mind, please make sure to tell us." He swung his arm out into the space in front of us. Several images instantly began to dance in front of our eyes. In one of the images a person was running through what looked like a cave and firing a gun.

"Esa, do you remember anything about the war?" Samuel asked.

"War? What kind of war?" I asked, glancing back at the image. The person had stopped for several seconds. He was panting as he squatted down, trying to catch his breath. The boy in the image looked up at me. There was something about him that seemed familiar, but I couldn't place it. He didn't look like either of the two males in the room with me right now, but there was something about him.

Samuel cleared his throat causing me to look back up at him. His crystal-blue eyes looked back at me, concerned.

"The Century War. Our war," Theo said with an icy air of authority as he pointed at the image. "The war we were fighting when you left us."