The note rested heavily in Logan’s hand. He had failed again and been pushed into the past. He’d fought one of the Kino Three, a fighter superior to anyone he remembered fighting, gathering the confidence from somewhere unknown and easily using fighting moves he didn’t remember learning. But still, he’d lost.

Logan still couldn’t understand why the note begged him to return The Crystal Sword, why The Kino Three had refused to take it back, why he’d been placed here of all places. Then there were the weird, but what felt like, very real dreams and memories he’d had lately.

As the sand swirled around Logan’s feet, he read the faded note another time. Its warnings had happened but there was something about this note he was forgetting. Something important, at the edge of his muddled memories, that still hadn’t come forward. A memory that would hopefully change the dire situation they had found themselves in. Something that would actually get them back home.