Hey, I am Rayna. My friends call me Ray though, and this is not because I am ray of their sunshine, but because I am the ray of fear in their otherwise reckless and risky millennial life. Yes, I am the non-poetic one who when asked to camp outside worries over getting bitten by mosquitoes instead of thinking of beauty of nature. Now imagine what happens when I get sucked in a time hole... just to make it clear, I do not die of a heart attack. Follow my journey back home from another millennium without google maps that too with infuriatingly gorgeous jerks.