Joe

I was freaking out. Claire was definitely in trouble. She was supposed to be back in at least a few hours. It had been seven. Something was wrong. When she didn't show up, I started planning to time travel again. Who knows what's happened to her?

I put some cash in my pocket and prepared to leave the Alley. "Montana!" I heard a voice behind me and stopped.

"Henry? How are you?" I asked sarcastically.

When I turned, a knife was held aloft in his hand. "Where's the bag?" he asked.

"What bag?" I responded, furrowing my eyebrows.

"Don't play dumb with me, Montana! You know exactly what I'm talking about!" he yelled. When I didn't respond, he scowled and walked menacingly towards me. "I saw your sister with it... where is she?"

"She has it," I replied, knowing he'd never find her anyway.

That's how I ended up here: on the concrete, pebbles digging into my back, my spine practically against my lungs, and a knife to my throat. "Did you kill her?!" he yells.

"No! Why would I kill my own sister?!" I ask. He's insane.

"Then where is she?!"

"I don't know!"

"Where were you going?!"

"To find her!"

"Tough luck, 'cause that's not happening."

Then I felt a burning sensation along my throat and a sickly substance flowing down and around my neck like a morbid necklace. Blood.

"You'll never find her!" I croak. "You'll never get to her!"

I can't feel anything but my throat burning. My nerves are on fire, screaming at my brain that something is wrong, something is very wrong. My body lights up in agony, but I don't scream or show any sign of fear, despite the fact that the panic in my chest is thrashing and tumbling, trying to claw its way out.

"Oh, I will." He sounds so completely and utterly sure of himself. He's a drug dealer for goodness sake.

"She'll kill you as soon as she gets the chance," I choke out.

"I'll like to see her try," he spits.

Then I feel a click in my stomach, like a sliding lock. A casket, Claire, and a guy that I've never seen before appear before my eyes. I see Henry's fate. They disappear as soon as they come.

He's smirking at me now, and I know. He knows I know.

Black spots obscure my vision and I'm almost grateful because I can't see Henry's face anymore. The last thing I see is Henry pushing his hand downward and