They headed down the empty street together as the gas lights began to light up like man-made fireflies, flickering in the dusk. Their boots echoed on the cobble stone, the only noise except that of their breathing.

Drake shook his head as he realized once more how pointless this all was. Kicking an empty glass bottle down the street, hoping it would hit Damien, Drake tilted his head back and stared up at the stars. They were like little pin holes on a black sheet of paper with a light behind them.

"Through here," Damien's voice reached his ears. Drake snapped his head back down to see him, holding open a door to an alleyway.

Drake cocked an eyebrow, "After you."

Damien laughed at his uneasiness, "Yes, I'm going to kill you, Drake. How did you ever figure it out?" He laughed even harder and shoved Drake into the alleyway, pushing hard on the middle of his back sending him to the gravel covered ground. He sighed angrily, standing up and brushing the dead leaves and dirt clinging to his clothes. Looking up, he saw that Damien had stepped over him and was now a few paces in front of him. Damien could hurt Drake as much as he wanted to and it wouldn't affect him in the least bit as long as Jade was in a different time. However, he couldn't quite kill Drake because that would surely kill Damien too. It frustrated Drake and he could feel his temper sky rocketing, but he tried to bite it back and followed Damien once more.

Eventually they came to a red door. The paint was peeling off in strips and a curtain of thick dead ivy nearly hid the entire door from sight. Damien opened it and walked inside. Drake looked at the pitch black hole with an uncertain frown. He could hear multiple clocks ticking and ringing as they struck their different hours. It sounded like absolute chaos. However, his curiosity got the better of him as he found his feet carrying him in though the door as he gently slid the ivy out of his way, closing the door behind him. The ticking sounds were now close to blaring and every now and then a coo-coo clock would burst open right beside him in the dark and sound out like a siren, sending Drake straight into the air as he bit down a scream. The place smelled of burning incense and a hundred different scented candles. The further he walked he began to see the candles appear one by one, looking like floating ghosts, until there were hundreds on either side of him lighting up the whole place. Unused puppets and poppets, hung from the ceiling, their strings tied around their necks like nooses. Drake instinctively put a hand to his own throat as their porcelain painted faces stared back at him blankly. Enormous spiders and rats scurried over the floor. Drake tried to stomp on as many as he could. However, every once in a while one would drop from the ceiling and land on his head, whereupon he'd immediately smack it off with a shudder of abhorrence.

"Where the hell have you taken us?" He barked at Damien. He was being such a pain and it only irritated Drake more that he didn't even answer him, but simply walked on as if he hadn't heard him.

"Excuse me," Damien said to someone, Drake couldn't see. He moved until he saw a tall lean boy on the other side of a column fiddling with a clock of some sort. He glanced up at Damien nonchalantly, but the casual ease melted from his face as it did everyone's within a matter of seconds.

He sputtered, "Damien White! Damn you to hell. What are you doing here?" Well, that was a first, Drake thought to himself, "You've screwed up time! You do realize that, don't you? Because only us time travelers seem to realize it and every one else is just living the same day over and over in different ways, but they don't even know it! Do see what a problem this is? No one is aging! We are stuck in an infinite period of time and I personally-"

"Shut up for a second would you," Damien hissed at the boy. Drake eyed him as the boy's own eyes fell onto Drake. He had spiky black hair and dark eyes, pale skin.

"Oh and this must be the problem, hmm," he walked past Damien and up to Drake, laying an accusing finger on his chest, "you are in the wrong time kid," he gave a short laugh, "as if we'd ever need two Damien Whites!"

"Hey," Damien snapped, rolling up his sleeves and putting his hands on his hips, "Jordan I need you to travel back in time. A friend of mine, a time traveler friend, got stuck in the past using a ring."

Jordan's eyebrows lifted and his eyes involuntarily dropped to Damien's scared arms, "Yes, of course, anything for a fellow time traveler. I'll leave as soon as I possibly can, but I need to know what time precisely."

Damien opened his mouth wide, but eventually closed it with a cough. "Er, I'm not completely sure. She's time traveled to me though that much I'm certain of and she's in danger."

"Ah," Jordan sighed heavily, "well then I'll need to take one of you with me to recognize this person so that I know when I've reached the time. All right?"

Damien gave Drake a sideways glance, "You wouldn't mind going, right? Given that this was your idea in the first place."

He laughed, "Why are you pretending to give me an option?"

With a shrug, Damien asked Jordan, "When are you planning on leaving?"

"Well, since the safest time to time travel is night and basically I sleep all day long, either tonight or tomorrow night. If your in a hurry I'm quite willing to leave tonight, but . . . what's in this for me other than me saying no and you simply forcing me to do it any ways?"

"Absolutely nothing," Damien laughed as if Jordan were joking, "either do it willingly or I can easily make you. It's your call, but do try to leave as soon as possible."

"All right, Damien number two follow me," the boy yawned, beginning to walk away.

Drake choked on the very air from shock, spitting, "Don't you dare ever call me that again or I will kill you!"

Suddenly a strong hand was gripping his shoulder hard, fingers digging into his flesh, bones about to splinter under the force. "No, he won't," Damien's deep voice muttered. "Go on," he pushed Drake forwards.

"Fine, fine," Jordan muttered as if offended, "got a name then?"

"Yes, actually," Drake replied, regaining his balance as he shook Damien off, "it's Drake."

The boy smiled at that. He even had the audacity to laugh! "Not much better though is it? What? Is that short for . . ."

Drake pursed his lips, shooting Damien a nasty look. Whereupon, Damien smiled gently at him that smile full of hatred, "Sorry, Dane thought it was creative. Who was I to say no? It wasn't as if actually I gave a damn."

Fighting back his anger, Drake growled, "And what exactly makes you so sure that Jade hasn't already rescued herself and is back in this time, looking for us?"

Damien's smile fell instantly, "Well, that's quite simple. One she thinks that Erik is dead. You said so yourself. Why would she care to come back? Honestly, I'd be surprised if she gives a damn about anything at this point. Two if she had somehow managed to get herself together and was in fact back. She would not be looking for us Drake. She'd be as far from us as she possibly could be."

Drake nodded with a heavy sigh. He was so tired that he could barely lift his eye lids, but he knew that Damien was right. Jade was still stuck in the past and in eminent danger. "So how does this work," he turned towards Jordan.

"Grab my arm and off we go like a little fairy tale," he held up his right hand showing Drake an all too familiar looking ring. So did all time traveler just have these rings then?

"I'll be waiting at the hospital, hopefully I can sneak in there unnoticed," Damien muttered more to himself than Drake, "how long will it take. Three days?"

"At most yes," Jordan responded quietly and then turning to Drake, "I hope you're caught up on your sleep."

Drake laughed angrily, "Ha, yes I certainly hope so!" His eyes darted to Damien's as he shook his head angrily. "It isn't as if I get in a bad mood if I'm sleep deprived any ways and who knows I may just bring back the wrong girl. They both are identical after all. Are they not Damien?"

"I have full confidence in you," Damien said as if it were a warning. "But," he sighed, putting a hand to his head, "to be on the safe side, Jordan. I'd set aside at least some time for rest. Neither of us have slept very well in the past three days."

Jordan nodded, eyeing Drake as if he were some vicious wild animal, "Will he try to kill me?"

"Uh, you're right," Damien looked slightly worried for a moment. Drake knew it was a fake look. He could see the smile hidden in the corner of his lip. Just more games to torment him, but any one else would see the look as genuine. "No of course not. Isn't that right Drake?"

"Yes, Damien, you're all too right. I've killed so many people as of late," he muttered. He'd never killed a single person, while Damien on the other hand . . .

Damien smiled irritatedly, "Yes, well, Jordan make sure that he brings back a girl named Jade and not Lyra. Get that Jade not Lyra? He might be a bit of a pain in the ass to lug around. Just don't start any arguments and avoid topics such as me and avoid names like Erik and Petra and you should be fine."

"Right," Jordan smiled at Damien, "by the way Ebenezer says hi."

Damien frowned and then turned to leave.

Rolling his eyes, Drake reached over to grab Jordan's left wrist. It felt like he was plummeting down from a sky scraper. His stomach was doing somersaults until he crashed onto the floor hard. He immediately threw up, coughing and spitting any remnants from his mouth, disgustedly. From where he knelt on the ground, Drake glanced up at Jordan who was standing as still as a statue watching him, waiting on him, patiently.