My name is Alex Stone, I'm cold, hungry, wet, and sore all over, and welcome to my life.
     My parents are world renowned archaeologists, the top they say. I've been travelling all around the world since I could walk. It was fun at first, getting to see the splendors of the world, past, present, and sometimes future, I'll explain in detail later on.
    Then I grew up, it became more confusing, going through different warps and plains every four months, knowing 12 different languages and owning an IQ that would put a genius to shame doesn't help un-complicate things.
    The main explanation for all the nonsense talk I just gave is well, my parents aren't the usual type of archaeologist, my parents are time travelers. Surprising huh? Anyways, they didn't become world renowned for finding a few old relics, they became renowned for finding relics in top condition, brand new, like it was lost yesterday. You can call it treasure hunting I guess, but it's not illegal... I mean there's no law preventing time travel... yet.
     I guess I'll tell the story from the beginning. A long long time ago.... or should I say away, in the year 2704,        young Robert Stone, one of my great great great great great great grandchildren stole a time machine from the military of the time, modified it into a biogenetic mutation given through injection, went to the past, and basically gave all the Stones the ability of time travel. The ability didn't fully emerge until the late 1800s. Doctor Who was actually made after my great uncle, Martin, who had this abnormal habit of going into a damn telephone booth before disappearing through time. Now that you're caught up to the basic facts and a few fun stories, you'll find out why I'm in Hell On Earth, running for my life, and possibly, the fabric of space itself.
    2 weeks ago my family received a note, saying that in May 14th, yesterday, something terrible will happen. Being time travelers and knowing the probability of such a thing is so minute, we ignored it and went on a 10 day trip in Spain..... during the year of 1812. We got back May 10th, and I noticed weird, and very small detail changes in the world around me. I would get this tug in the bottom of my stomach every few hours, and when the tugging ended, BAM! the world went sideways for half a second, next thing I know, I'm 3 seconds before the tugging happened. Weird was all I thought of it, until yesterday.
     I woke up yesterday with a distinctive buzz in my head, but I figured it was just another headache so I ignored it. Changed my clothes, grabbed my wallet, but on a hoodie, and went went downstairs. Then it hit me, it hit me so hard it knocked the air out of my chest and made my nose bleed. I quickly ran to the kitchen to check if mom experienced the same thing, but mom wasn't there, which was strange... that woman NEVER  leaves the kitchen without bringing my dad and I some food. I than ran to my dad's studies to check in on him, with no result. Both my parents were missing. I thought they were out shopping or something, you know, old middle aged parents stuff. Boy, was I wrong.


     I came back that afternoon to see that my parents were still gone, so I decided to call them. No answer, which was strange, dialed again and again, fuzzing over the phone for an hour, before finally giving up, realizing that they are gone. Not to where, to when.
     Over the past 24 hours, I've made some discoveries.
1. I could send pulses of energy out, and if any time travelers like myself were in the same time zone, the energy would reflect back to me, giving me the location of the time traveler.
2. Doing that once every minute is a pain in the ass.
3. Time traveling every 7 minutes WHILE pulsing energy is just plain dumb.
4. I'm out of energy for another time travel out of this hell hole.
     So now I'm stuck in 27 A.D Rome, being chased as a wanted fugitive for being "Christian" with no power to simply disappear. What a life I lead.