Author's Note

READ THIS!!! This is about how Chris and gang get to Mobius. This will answer LOTS of future questions. Also, next chapter should be out in a bit, with tomorrow being the latest.

Perspectives are often the things that Wound us most...

"Well, old friend, it looks like you finally did it. We can finally see him again... After all these years, our childhood dream is going to come true! Just a few buttons!" A very tall lanky black man that was usually quiet and reserved was laughing, crying, and generally being happy so loud that it reverberated throughout the warehouse. "Can I give them a buzz? Pleaaaase?"

Christopher laughed. Danny could be so child-like sometimes.

"No. I want to see the looks on their faces... WHEN THEY GET HERE IN TEN MINUTES!!!"

The two friends laughed like they would die if they didn't. It had been six years since Chris had seen Sonic, and twelve since the rest of the world had. But, the rest of the world was not important. The only four people that mattered were him, Danny, Frances, and his wife, Helen. He had left them behind on his last trip in fear that his machine would not work properly. Which it did not. The machine was meant to transport ONLY, not to regress age. But he had fixed that problem. Now, it would send them to Mobius with no complications... And then it would destroy itself. Chris had spent so much time on the machine that he lost Thorndyke Industries. Danny been in and out of jobs since college because of the economy and failing government. Frances had started out successful, but then she found out that a gang had been participating in illegal activities in the shed at the very back of her hundred-acre property.

And Helen. No job would take her because of her legs. Chris fixed that. He created a pair of robotic legs so eerily similar to the human leg, after Helen learned yoga, she could get into the pretzel position. But, this caused major problems. Most looked at her like a freak, while others were nerds who thought she was a cyborg from the future. Chris had gotten arrested for attacking people on those grounds over three hundred times, as his police record stated. The most he ever got jail-time wise was a month, but even then she missed him terribly.

He missed people, too. His grandfather died of a massive heart attack, while his parents were killed in a plane bombing while on a foreign relations trip. Nothing was important anymore. He had just enough money, and just enough supplies to finish the device. Then, the device would explode, decimating all of his research, designs, inventions and more. But he didn't care. He had lost EVERYTHING, and now... Things were finally looking up...