Luna Raine

XXXVI. Nusquam

Raine's POV:

"You're telling us," Helen said. "The abandoned laboratory is the hospital in your hometown? The one that exists in a different world?"

"Yes." I rush a hand through my messy hair. "I know it sounds crazy, but I think I traveled back in time."

"In the abandoned laboratory that is the abandoned hospital in your hometown called MistVille," Cory responds.

They stared at the screen with these dumbfounded faces, mumbling the sentences over and over until it made sense.

Right now, Cory, Helen, and I are face-timing.

Of course, it sounds crazy. I just told them that I legitimately traveled into my world through the abandoned laboratory that is the same one as the hospital in my hometown. Not only that, but I also traveled to a different world through a different timeline. Even I couldn't wrap my mind around that idea.

I held the carefully preserved flower petal up. "Look! This flower doesn't bloom around here, and especially not at this time." They stared at the screen. "I swear, I'm not crazy. I went back to my world. To my childhood. There was a girl's voice inside that abandoned building." I point towards the window. "She said my hometown name."

Cory exhaled, "We never said you were crazy. We're just trying to wrap our minds around this."

"You guys have creatures who shift into six to eight feet wolves. You have witches and wizards who can chant out spells. You have mermaids, with upper halves that look like humans and lower halves with tails. You have fairies that defy logic because there is no damn way those skimpy ass wings can help them fly. But, you don't believe that there are portals to different worlds? Time-traveling isn't a thing here? But, knowing who your soulmates are by smelling them is a thing?"

I know I come off strong, but I've been trying to explain to them for two hours and my brain is about to pop. Plus, I didn't eat breakfast.

"Fairies can fly because of magic," Helen mumbles.

I took a deep breath and told myself not to explode. Of course, they wouldn't understand. After all, we grew up in different environments. This is their normal. My normal does not include cleaning rats and flying trains.

"Okay," Cory said. He lifts up a book. "I thought what you said sounded kind of familiar, so I looked it up." He places the phone and adjusts it where we could see all of him. I could see the pile of books beside his bed. He had done some deep studying at Full Moon. "According to myths, some would suggest that dust and dawn are the magic hours."

"Like the transition time for witches, between light and dark," Helen includes.

Cory snaps his fingers. "Exactly." He places his finger in the book. "They believe that fairies, elves, and pixies would appear at this time to do whatever it is that they do."

"Elves and pixies don't exist." Helen pauses. Her eyes waiver towards the ceiling. "Not in this world at least."

Cory shrugs, "I don't know. That's what the book said." His eyes continue to scan the paragraph. Helen and I waited patiently for the next sentence. "It said that if day and night are two sides of the same coin, dusk and dawn would represent the inside of the coin. The link to both sides."

"Dusk and dawn? That doesn't make sense," I said. "I went in there when the sun was high up. I'm certain."

Cory brows pitch together and he flips through the pages. He mumbles the words to himself, but exhales critically. "Didn't you say that you came here after a kidnap?"

I nod, "Yeah." It wasn't the easiest part of the story to tell them. Let's say there were alot of tears, tissues, and unfortunately snots.

"Do you happen to know what time of the day it was?"