Night fell over the desert; the heat of the day slowly fading away as night's cool embrace took over. A light breeze blew over the landscape, dust floating up into the sky briefly, before falling once more to the ground below. A coyote howled in the distance, his nose searching for his next meal.

A point of emerald light popped into existence a few feet above the desolate desert. It hovered there for a moment before exploding into a bright maelstrom of light and fury. In the eye of the emerald storm, a figure appeared and was tossed unceremoniously to the desert floor. And, as quickly as it had appeared, the tempest collapsed in on itself, leaving an emerald point of light once more, and it quickly popped out as well.

The desert was quiet once more, except for the sound of the breeze brushing over the landscape. The figure, a young woman in her mid-twenties with long auburn hair tied back in a ponytail, laid on the ground, unconscious and oblivious of everything around her. Her jumpsuit, though dirtied up in her rough landing, showed no other sign of wear and tear. Her body was uninjured by the harsh journey.

Her unconscious form dreamed of the nightmare to come, the world she had come from. Yet, the journey through the void had been hard on her senses. It was a sight not meant for human eyes, yet it was a sight she had faced. Though they had known what the wristbands were suppose to be able to do, they had never heard of anyone ever using them successfully. Now, she knew why. Yet, she didn't know.

She awoke with a start, the nightmare images of her time fading away quickly, like a bad dream. She looked around at her surroundings and wondered how she had gotten here. Then, she realized she had never seen nature in its natural state before, as she was never allowed outside the cities before. Her eyes took in the beauty of the landscape before her for a moment. Yet, how did she get here?

For that matter, who was she? She was on a mission, that she knew. Yet, she couldn't remember her mission. She looked down at the wristband around her left wrist; the panel that usually glowed green was dark now, its power drained by the trip. What trip?

Her eye glanced down to the ground next to her. A plasma rifle laid on the ground next to her. She picked it up and examined it. A primitive weapon she knew, as weapons as powerful as this can be found in packages the size of a glove. But, as she didn't have any other weapons, and she was sure she needed a weapon for her mission, she picked it up and slung it over her shoulder.

"But what is my mission?" she muttered to herself.

She then felt a sensation in her eyes, one that was strange yet familiar somehow. An image popped up in her eyes, the image of her nightmares. Over the next hour, she watched images of her past and future pass before her eyes. She read up on what she could on the rise of the paranormals, though her information was incomplete. She had lost a lot of information in the trip to the past, as she now remembered that was where she was to go. Or more accurately, when she was going.

So, that brought up the next question; when was it? The time travel wristband was dead, so she had no idea if she was in the right time to stop her future from coming to be. And she had no idea where she popped out either. The middle of nowhere from the looks of it. And she had no idea which way to go.

Lydia stood up and looked around again. She closed her eyes and spun around in a circle a few times, her right arm outstretched before her. She stopped and opened her eyes. She nodded her head in acknowledgement and started walking in the direction she was facing; confident she would end up where she needed to be.