I throw my guts out into the trash bin, in the alley I ended up on. My first and last time time traveling is both my best and worst experience. It was the kind of experience you'd want to reminisce but not relife. After I ran into the machine, I kept running as my surrounding distorted. I would've stopped in the middle if I weren't so afraid of getting stuck inside a psychedelic artwork. Next thing I knew, I was running into a dead end of an alley in the middle of the night. 

I my bag and take out a bottle of water. I don't know if time travel changes water particles, but I need a drink after all. I sip, but just a little 'cause I don't know if I were to have water during my stay. My stay, I remind myself and dig for the documents. I slide out the papers and shove the money into the duffel bag.

School Administrations. Health Care. Citizenship. Power License ... my heart almost stops. I've never seen one before, Immune and all. The Immunes could never forge the license. Not only the penalty is a lifetime sentence, there's no forger willing to do it. Everyone goes through the normal procedure. Much like getting a driver licese, really. Only that you need to show your power to the Legion personels, usually at the age of fourteen, or they'll test you. If you're a Swine, their tests won't work at all.  That would make you think these Swines would rule the world, right? Being immune to the powers? Well, social isolation is a powerful thing, I'll tell you that.

The license looks like an ordinary citizen card: square, has my photo on its bottom right side, my signature, my name, birth, address, and at last power. POWER: ENHANCED COMBAT & IMMUNITY. I almost laugh like a maniac.This must be a sick joke from the Chief. Not only it is a joke, it's also a challenge. Now everywhere I go, I must become a martial art master, which I am not. And also I apparently go from a Swine to a Dualing. Dualings are people who possess two powers, extremely rare to be found, extremely popular if found.

Address.

My eyes shift to the upper column. ADDRESS: 92 ERIGOM ST, EXODUS 19710. I just need to know where I am. I looked into a couple other documents, just so I know what to prepare, before I run to the streets. It must be past the curfew. There's nobody. The are no lights coming from the houses. I shuffle back into the alley, hiding in the shadows. Soon, if not already, the Legion would sweep the streets. We don't do that anymore in the future, there's no need to when we're hiding in a fort. But this is ten years before our doom and people who break the curfew would get their handed to the dungeon. It is a way to prevent criminal acts. There are surveillance cameras and power detectors on the streets, too, so the invisible ones wouldn't go unpunished. But just like many other rules in Exo, it is meant to be broken. Those who break it is just never caught.

I hope I won't be the first.

I walk along the walls of the houses. I can tell where the surveillances and detectors are. It is always up high on the street lamps, sometimes on someone's rooftop, too. I crouch down, walking slowly, staying in the shadows. One of the street sign reads EL DORADO ST. Not far, then. It should only be a couple blocks away.

Just as I'm about to pass another alley, a light flashes from behind. I sprint into the alley. I hide behind a beat up sedan with my back on the back of the car. Heart thumping like I'm about to have a heart failure, I don't dare look back. Not only to be cautious, but also because the alley is lighted up like a Chrismast tree. Dang it. Why the hell did I arrive during the night? And past the curfew? This is suicide. I might be locked up before I even kill the Enchantress.

I squeeze my back to the side of the tire, then slip into the narrow space below the car. I turn to face the wall, so that if the Legion lights the car, they can onl