Suddenly a mass of black crashed through my bedroom window. In my shock, I screamed and ran into the corner of my room. The man stood up and I immediately knew who he was. His black hair fell to his chin, his clothes were ripped and his skin was covered in blood and grime. His metal arm reached down to his thigh, pulling out a piece of jagged glass.
I watched him paralyzed, my bare chest rising and falling with my heart pounding. He held my gaze. In the chaos, I forgot I was completely naked. His eyes roamed down my body incredibly slow.

Also we are THEE favorite people for the “Antoinettes” to hate. Me because I’m the poor dark skinned girl. And they’re horrified that Ramona decides not to wear makeup, curl their hair, or conform to a gender. 

“I’m not supposed to be alive?”

“Alive, yes. At these coordinates, no. Something happened when your soul was being

born into the physical world. The projectile was thrown off. You are meant to be on planet earth born in the year you were but in the wrong dimension, you are in the wrong universe.”

“I don’t understand, there is only one universe.”

“No, there are many universes and more are being created as we speak.”

I pick up my drink spilling it on the way down.

Santiago grabs a napkin and helps me wipe my thighs. Jackpot, I had him. When he manages to pull his attention away from my body I smile sadly. “Thank you.”

“No problem at all. Hey, are you ok?” I nod then turn my face away from him as if I’m going to cry.

“Noo. Don’t cry beautiful.”

“I’m sorry I just—” Hmmm what lie will work best on him? “There was a plane crash.”