I lied on the ground for almost an hour. Sudden cramps tormented me and my body contorted itself into unusual shapes. The whole time I cried and shook. I just witnessed a man die. I barely knew him but a weight fell on my heart and mind when I thought of him. I saw the blade cut into him every time I closed my eyes. I could smell the blood still. Was it on me? I didn't dare check.

The woods around me were silent. I'm sure I would've found it beautiful if I had been in the right state of mind. I sat up and every muscle in my body ached and my head still throbbed from the punch the night before. The wind blew softly and sent a calming shiver down my spine. Through my pains and tears I managed to pull a useful thought through. Where am I? There was nothing in the surrounding area. It was nothing but forest. The hotel and library were gone. Wait, what date was the library established? I know this. I saw the blade pierce Demetrius again. It flashed in my mind again and even with my eyes closed it came through in perfect detail. The date the library was established was… Again the blade cut the flesh and I screamed. I couldn't think. My mind was a slaughterhouse with only one victim.

Still shaking I stumbled through the Boston forest. I walked until it turned to night and I found myself near the coast. A tree grew on the top of the small hill I stood upon and I leaned against it. My legs gave out and I slide down against the tree in exhaustion. I looked out at the water from the small hill where I sat and thought. Who was that man? What did he want? The sea didn't answer me, it never did. In the quiet of the night I thought of what the hooded figure said to me, 'they'll promise you freedom, a new life' that is what Simon said. He told me I could become a new person. 'But you'll soon find it's all a lie', what did he mean? Why wasn't I dead? So many questions, I've always hated questions. I closed my eyes and there was no blood. With a long sigh, I relaxed and slept.

. . .

I woke to the sun directly over my head. It was the first thing I saw. It's light poking through the leaves as long beams. The second thing I saw was a man. Down by the coast at the bottom of my hill a man was walking. He had tan skin and wore animal skin clothing. I gasped and covered my mouth. An Indian! I flattened myself out on the ground and army crawled to the edge of the hill and watched. He walked casually. His face was tired and worn. It seemed as if he had been walking for a long time. A real Native American was walking in front of me. I must be sometime before the Europeans came over to America. A wide smile grew as I watched him. He stopped for a moment and looked out across the water. His black, long hair moved subtly with the wind. It was amazing.

He's probably never seen a white man before. If a white man were to suddenly jump out he'd most likely freak out. My smile widened. That would be pretty funny. The Indian continued his walk, but he changed direction. He was now heading straight towards me. Suddenly I remembered the Native American arrow sticking out of the back of that man a few days ago. My smiled vanished. Okay, time to go. I crawled backwards and stood up out of view.

Through the forest I walked in a hurried pace looking over my shoulder for the Indian. There was no sign of him. He was gone. I continued for a while longer. The forest around me was still. I noticed how quiet it was. There were no planes overhead or cars in the distance. I stopped moving and listened to the soft silence around me. Leaves rustled on the ground. Branches creaked as the wind bent them ever so slightly. The world was unmoving. I could hear my own heart beat. I focused on it. I felt alive. I felt human. A stick snapped behind me. I felt worried.

I turned and saw the Indian directly behind me. He looked at me with wide eyes, his mouth hung faintly open. He had no weapons drawn and he moved uncertainly.

"Hello?" At the sound of my voice he stopped. Directly in my eyes he stared, frozen in my gaze. "Hello." I said again more confident. His mouth mimicked mine without making a sound. He took another step closer. The wind made a soft whooshing sound as it blew through the forest. I read about Indians in the library. I knew about the arrowhead because I had seen it in several books about the history of their people, but nothing I had ever read could be compared to staring into this man's eyes. This moment was real, and for the first time I knew it. The thing about books, the thing I hated about books, was that no matter how well something is described it's never the same as when it's experienced. This man had always just been a word printed on a page to me. Now he was a person, living with flesh. I took a step forward, and then he did as well. We finally came close to each other and he reached his arm towards me. I walked into it. His hand touched my chest. No other word could describe his expression more perfectly than 'Awe' and I'm sure his langue had a word for the look on my face as well.

I backed away and pushed the button on my wrist. He watched my bracelet as it lit up and beeped. I waved and right as I faded away I wondered if I just screwed up all of history. That would be bad.