I thought it was over, that I was safe from Regan Black because he was dead although I would be dealing with the after effects for the rest of my life. I thought I could handle the stress of college, dating and being a cross-traveler from a different reality. I was doing okay until my dorm exploded and my Secret Service body guard whisked me away to the White House for safety. Only, we weren't safe there, or on Air Force One. So, I opened the Gate and took the survivors to—-well, I don't know exactly. All I know is that Zalindyl can't find us either.