Dev Em opened his eyes despite the pain caused by the heat of hsi reentry. Apparently, whatever sent him here didn't make sure to play nice. He was heading straight for the center of a major city. His physiology would probably allow him to survive the fall without any major injuries, but he didn't want to introduce himself wherever he was . . . or whenever he was . . . by causing the death of a group of civilians. If only he could push himself towards the river . . .
Suddenly, the landscape changed as a silver blur pushed him aside. Before he knew it, he was sitting in an empty field, looking up at a silver winged man.
"If that was an attack on Promethean City, it was the saddest I've ever seen," the man spoke.
"No, it wasn't an attack. Something brought me here," Dev explained, "my name is Dev Em, I'm with the Legion of Message Board Posters."
"The LMB? I read about you guys. Aren't you fromt he future?," the man replied as he helped Dev to his feet, "you can call me the Changeling, I'm with the Message Board League."
"You can rest assured I've read of the MBL as well," Dev replied, "what year is it? Maybe Rypta can help me get back to my time, we were under attack by some kind of shadow . . ."
"It's 2001, and Dan's dead," the Changeling interrupted, "why don't we go back to the Citadel and see what Gooz wants to do about all this."
As the two took flight, the sky began to darken.
"Is there a storm blowing in?" the Changeling asked.
"No, look!" Dev exclaimed, "shadows like those over Europe in my time!"
"Shit, we better get the rest of the team . . ." the Changeling began before feeling a sudden burst in his mind as a TK message hit him.
"What?" a worried Dev asked.
"The MBL's gone," the Changeling replied, "we've got to find Gooz now."
