Check out Sara's journey after awakening in a world with a rewritten history in episodes 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and
6.
As Sara closed the
journal, she heard a loud explosion coming from the city ahead. The sky was
beginning to get dark, but among the tall buildings in the distance, she saw
smoke begin to ascend. She had to know where it was coming from and if the
world was beginning to end again.
She got into the
driver's seat and sped toward the city, ignoring Jack's warning to go into
hiding. If she was the one destined to stop whatever Faceless had planned, she
couldn't do any good in hiding. She'd never run from danger before. She
wouldn't do it now.
She thought about Jack.
She would've loved to have grown up with a brother, but the history she
remembered didn't include a brother. And now he was gone again. Could she trust
him? She didn't know.
Thirty minutes later,
she joined a crowd of people looking up at the flames lighting up the night sky
from the top stories of a luxury hotel. Sara recognized the building, but she
didn't know it as a hotel. She remembered it as the Faceless Corporation
headquarters from the days when everyone thought they were a mysteriously
benevolent organization focused on making people's lives better. Before they
disappeared and no one knew where they really came from. It was also the
building from which she saw Michael plummet to his death.
Emergency vehicles
surrounded the building and police officers were pushing people back. Sara
could see injured people on stretchers. They must have been the ones to get
out. The ones below the top levels of the hotel.
"What happened
here?" Sara asked a man beside her.
"No one
knows," the man replied. "I was eating at a diner a couple blocks
away when I heard the explosion. We all rushed outside and saw this."
Sara wished she could
get inside the building. It couldn't be a coincidence that this building, of
all the buildings in town, exploded. Why the upper levels?
What
if someone is trying to cover something up? she thought.
Sara looked around, but
she knew she'd never be able to make it past the officers. As she scans the
crowd around her, she notices a face that looks familiar. Michael's face. Her
heart sank. If they could bring her father back from the dead, could Michael
really be back as well?
She began making her way
through the crowd toward where she saw him, but when she got there, he was
gone. She continued looking around. Up ahead, she sees him walking toward the
back of the hotel. She follows him. She's surprised to see a lack of activity
behind the hotel. Just a few police officers. She looked up and saw that the
explosion, although in the upper levels, seemed to affect the front of the
building more than the back.
The man who looked like
Michael waited until the officer guarding the back looked away to sneak into a
door at the back of the building.
So
there is a way in? she thought.
She waited as the man
had, then went through the same door. She found herself in a darkened hallway.
Michael was nowhere in sight. She slowly makes her way down the hallway when
she finds a door. Though it’s dark, she barely made out the word
"Basement" on the door.
She descended the steps,
seeing a room barely lit up below. When she gets to the bottom, she sees that
the room looks like a control room. A large screen is lit up with images. None
that she recognizes. She looks around for Michael, but as far as she can tell,
she is alone.
The screen goes blank
for a moment, then lights up with footage of two people under a tree in a
field. Sara's skin is suddenly covered with goose bumps. The footage is of the
day Michael proposed to her. But it wasn't filmed. Someone had been watching
them.
Sara watched as Michael
professed his love to her. She felt desperate to find him alive, but she felt
foolish because it was obvious someone was messing with her. Luring her in
here.
But for what?
"Too bad we never
got to the altar," a voice behind her said.
Sara turned around.
Michael walked out of a shadow.
"Hi, Sara," he
said. "It's good to see you."
"How?" she
said, backing up for fear that this man was an impostor.
He walked closer to her.
"It doesn't matter
how. All that matters is that you stopped it."
He pulled her close to
him. "I've missed you so much," he said.
She returned the
embrace, but she couldn't be sure that this was real.
"What do you mean I
stopped it?" she said. "We didn't stop anything. I saw you die, and
then I was dying myself."
He pulled back and
looked her in the eye. "But we're both here now. And we're alive."
Sara glanced around the
room. Michael wasn't making sense. Faceless had completely erased any evidence
of their existence. Yet here Michael stood inside the building where she'd lost
him. A building whose upper floors were on fire. A building once known as the
headquarters of Faceless.
Which made her wonder,
why was Michael down here?
"What is this place?"
she said.
He smiled. "The
place where you agree to let this thing go."
Suddenly, several men in
black masks came down the stairs.
"I'm sorry,
baby," Michael said. "We've worked really hard to get this
right."
The men grabbed her,
pulling her hands behind her back. She felt betrayed. But surely this couldn't
really be Michael. The man was just an illusion.
"Why?" she
said.
"I really did love
you," he said, "but this thing you thought we were trying to stop is
bigger than either of us. We could only save the world by destroying it. We
didn't foresee that you would survive it. And we definitely didn't foresee that
you would remember it."
Michael had been a part
of this whole time. The thought felt like a punch to her gut.
"What are you
planning?"
"Exactly what you
see." He let the words hand in the air before saying, "A whole new
world."
One of the men put a rag
up to her face. She fought to get free, but she soon faded out of
consciousness.
When she awoke, she
found herself strapped to a chair once again, but this time she wasn't
alone.
To
be continued...
