Ezra awoke from his state and found that he was back in his bed, confused he sat up and got dizzy. Ezra searched around and saw that he was indeed in his room, sitting up he groaned and climbed out of the bed. He walked downstairs to find his family was there, his aunt was telling everyone what happened while his dad was busy eating a piece of pie. Once Ezra stepped into the living room, his mother immediately pulled him into a hug.

"Mom?" Ezra said, while Ezra wasn't happy that his mother was squeezing him tightly, at least he could accept her embraces. "It feels so good to be home," Ezra returned his mother's hug. Tears were threatening to come down his face, but Ezra forced them back. They pulled apart as Ezra sat down on the couch, he tried to think back to what happened to him beforehand but he could barely remember anything. "How long have we been gone?"

"About six days Ezra." Sam said. "You've been missing for six days."

"Six days?!" Ezra yelled. "How could that be?! It felt like two days back in 1522."

"Time travel works differently than you think," Marina said. "Similar to heaven or hell, time changes, when you were sent back to 1522, time stayed the same there, but here it's changed."

"All because of that stupid scroll." Dean complained.

"What scroll?" Shela asked. "Ezra tell me you weren't searching for anything pertaining to that tattoo?"

"Um well..." Ezra said.

"I should have guessed my dear brother would do something like that." Emma said. Ezra rolled his eyes and turned toward his sister.

"Don't you have something to do?" Ezra asked.

"I would but watching you get in trouble is a lot more fun than going out." Emma responded.

"Ezra you know you aren't supposed to mess with anything that you don't know." Shela warned.

"Honey, don't let that get to you," Dean said. "Everything that has happened so far has been for the best, I think what we can do is to be relieved that we got out of it alive." 

***

Later that evening, Ezra was busy writing something down in a notebook when his head was hurting. He rubbed his face hoping that would help him out, but it was different.

Ezra. A voice said. Ezra covered his ears trying to keep from hearing the voice but it kept coming and it kept speaking to him. Don't think that this is over just yet.. when I arrive, things are going to get a little more.. complicated. Evil laughter. Ezra tried to ignore everything the voice was saying, but it continued talking suddenly placing images in his head. Everything had gone black. A few moments later Ezra opened his eyes again and looked down at his sketchbook to find that he had drawn a box. It was old and falling apart with strange markings on all side of it. Ezra's stomach turned as he saw what else he had drawn, it was a shadow of something coming out from the box and reaching out to him as if it wanted to grab him and pull him in. Scared, Ezra closed his sketchbook and backed away from it. Whatever that box was, he knew that something was going to go wrong, and he didn't want to stick around to find out.