26 year old Nova Smith Jones has a burning desire for revenge after witnessing her friends' death when she was 14 years old by a man that can control lightning. Ever since, she's had a hatred for lightning users and has awakened her spatial powers...
I gallop my bay mare Mocha in my arena and practise our Showjumping. I have three horses, and I'm a competitive show jumper. It's the day after we first found and met Thor and took him to the hospital.
I finish after a couple of hours and untack and groom Mocha before I check the other horses. I then get changed into a white shirt and short sleeved orange shirt on top with a skirt that has cherries on it and stockings underneath, my brown hair in twin braids, and get in my blue Mazda to head to the Foster lab.
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As I walk into the lab, Erik was saying to Jane, "You don't think this was just a magnetic storm, do you?"
"Look," Says Jane as I make myself a coffee and grab a bagel and join them at the table. "The lensing around these edges? It's characteristic of an Einstein Rosen Bridge." She and Erik say that at the same time.
"A what?" Darcy asks.
"Thought you were a science major?" Asks Erik.
"Political science," Darcy tells him.
"She was the only advocate," Jane says.
Erik explains, "The Einstein Rosen Bridge is a theoretical connection between two different points in space."
"In other words, a wormhole," Jane inputs. I take a sip of my coffee before I take a bite of my bagel.
Jane gives Erik a piece of paper with an image of stars on it.
"What do you see?" She asks.
"Stars," Says Erik.
"Yeah, but not our stars," Says Jane as she puts the back of her hands on her hips. She takes up another picture. "See? This is the star alignment for our quadrant this time of year, and unless our aligner decided to take a day off, these are someone else's constellations."
"Hey, check this out!" Darcy waves us over to the bulletin board with more images of a tornado of energy on it.
We go over and Erik gasps as we see a human in the tornado. "No, it can't be!"
