You fall onto the ground, cold and confused and wondering how in the world you got from Los Angeles to New York City. In the middle of the street, no less.

Antique cars fly around you, honking their horns and yelling for you to get out of the road. You collect yourself, stand to your feet, and rush to the nearest building on the other side: a diner. You take a heavy breath in, trying to calm yourself. "Where am I?" you mutter to yourself, noticing the old-fashioned buildings and people around you. They eye your torn jeans and messy hair.

You shake yourself out of your frightened state, forgetting about your strange abilities for long enough to push yourself into the diner. Once inside, a friendly woman wearing an apron smiles at you and says, "Hey, [Y/n]! Long time, no see! Where've you been, Hollywood?"

You give her a confused expression. "Excuse me? Have we met?"

The girl, around your age, laughs and walks over to you, dragging you to a nearby empty booth. "You got laughs, Hollywood, I'll give ya that. Sit and relax. I'll get you the usual. English should be here soon."

Before you can protest, she pushes you into the booth and walks back to the kitchen. You sit silently, worry all over your face. You knew you were a mutant, Charles Xavier had told you himself just before you left. But you didn't quite believe him when he told you that you could travel not only across distances but through time.

From the look of antiquity around you, you'd say he was right after all.

As you collect yourself, the diner door opens with a ring and a woman steps through. Her eyes scan the building, stopping on you. She smiles and mumbles, "[Y/n]."

To Be Continued...