Bellamy entered the main office with trepidation, his feigned confidence having fallen from his shoulders and left behind a few steps ago. His father had left his side to stand by the desk that dominated the office. Its oversized and overelaborate etchings only mirroring the man he had only ever seen on a screen. The President. His short greying hair unnaturally curled, facial hair shaved into the same swirling pattern as the desk. He was flamboyant, colorful, always with a smile on his face. At least that is what the screens had portrayed him as. Right now, he looked far from happy. His mouth twisted into an unsatisfied grimace, eyes brooding as they found every nervous twitch Bellamy presented.

Clearing his throat, he looked around the room, seeing his mother stood in the corner, avoiding his gaze, her arms folded protectively in front of her. He felt his blood ran cold.

"Come here, son." His father said, breaking the silence, beckoning him forward to the desk.

A few long strides later and his knees brushed the cold metal of the desk.

"You have a lot of explaining to do." The President said, his expression becoming passive as he looked him up and down.

"I do?" Bellamy replied, glancing over to his mother, finding her looking at his father with a worried expression.

"I'm a busy man, so I will get right to the point. Explain, Mr. Jezebel." The president reached into a draw and pulled out a small plastic box, setting it on the table.

Bellamy's breath hitched in his throat as the lid was lifted open. Inside, sat a small rusted steel box.

"I thought the drones were going out tomorrow?" He said, saying the first thing that came to his mind as he tried to process what was going on.

"There were storms spotted on the horizon, the drone flight was brought forward by a day." His father replied.

All he could do was nod in reply.

It was here. She was real.

"Can I?" He asked, resting his hands on the plastic box, wanting to pick up the box, see what is inside.

"No. It is too fragile, I have asked someone from the artifact restoration department to come and collect it. They will scan everything." His father replied again. Bellamy nodded, taking his hands off the box and taking a step back, his eyes still fixed on the little steel box.

"Sit down, Mr. Jezebel." The president said, waving his hand, chairs rising from the floor.

Bellamy sat down, his mother and father joining him by his side. The president remained stood.

"You will imagine my surprise when I found that your father had requested a drone to be rerouted, especially when it was to a very specific set of coordinates. Peculiar, but something I was willing to look over- I trust your father's judgement. Until that is, a box was discovered and brought back here." The president began, his fingers absentmindedly tracing the shapes on his beard. "A coincidence- no?"

He reached down, his fingers swiping over the surface of his desk.

'Her name is Pippa White, and she is unlike anyone I have ever met. She was real, mother. I went back into the history documents for 2016, everything is there. Pictures, articles, documentation. I saw her in an old media file when I was working- at least I think I did. I only saw her from behind. That night I woke up in the same town, and there she was. Every night since then it's been exactly the same. Who wakes up in the same place with the same person every night?... I asked Pippa to put together a time capsule, you know, something you bury in the ground for people in the future to dig up. So that's what we are going to do. She buries it in a place the government drones can reach, and we dig it up. Inside will be the proof.'

He gulped, his own voice echoing out of the walls. He shrank back into his chair. His mother's warning had been more true than he thought possible. They really were listening to everything everyone was saying.

"Tell me what to think, Bellamy. I for one would very much like to know." The president said, narrowing his eyes, looking down at him.

"I don't know what to tell you." He replied, honestly.

"I will tell you what is going to happen." The president said, walking around and leaning on the other side of the desk. "From here, you are going to go with your mother to the hospital, where every single test known to science will be ran on you. Your dreams will be monitored from now on. What has happened is impossible, this-." He gestured to the box sat on the desk "is impossible."

"Mr. Xand is here for you, Sir." The receptionists voice rang out.

"Send him in."

The door was pushed open and a familiar face walked in. Pater Xand, school friend and fellow restoration blue. Bellamy nodded in hello, relived that the task of scanning in the box was in trusted hands- and that he too was nervous in the presence of their leader.

"Mr. Xand, I hear that you are the best person in the artifact restoration department." The president said, turning around and picking up the box.

"I... Ok... Thank you Sir..." Pater stammered.

"You have until this time tomorrow." The box was passed over, and with a nod to the door and a fleeting and confused glace back to Bellamy, Pater left.

After not speaking to his old friend since he left school, he knew he owed him an explanation, especially once he saw what was inside.

"Dr. Jezebel, whenever you're ready." The President said, waving his hand again, the chairs retracting into the floor.

Bellamy jumped up before he ended up on the floor, his parents gracefully standing, obviously used to this tactic of telling people when they should leave.

Looking between his parents, he sighed nervously- on the inside. His mother hadn't spoken a word since he had arrived.

"Go with your mother, I will come and see you tomorrow." His father said to him, urging him to follow his mother who was already waiting at the door.

With one last glance back at the two men left in the room, he left with his mother. They walked silently through the lobby, the stares following them once more.

"Car for two to my office." His mother said, finally breaking her silence as she spoke to the receptionist.

"Waiting for you now, Doctor."

She reverted back to silence as they walked to the Car Port, scanning her eye the door opened.

"Are you going to continue to stay silent the whole journey with me?" He asked, as the door slid to a close and the car started on it journey to the hospital.

He saw his mother's jaw twitch.

"I told you I wasn't crazy." He said, a small smirk on his lips, quite happy to have proven his mother wrong- even though it meant he had to go through all the hospital tests anyway.

"You have no idea what you have done, Bellamy." His mother whispered.

"What exactly have I done, mother?" He retorted.

"You will never be able to talk about this with anyone, you will never be able to talk to anyone without it being monitored. You will be followed, there will never be anything they don't know about. You're lucky that your father will soon be in charge, who knows what the others would do with that knowledge... ruin us probably."

Bellamy sat back in his chair, taking in everything that she had said. Surely it wouldn't be that bad... would it? He rolled his eyes, of course she was most worried about the family's reputation.

"It happens in my dreams, there is no physical difference to anything. Life will go on as normal." He replied, more to convince himself than his mother.

"Of course there is a difference. The tests today are only the beginning and you know it. You are different Bellamy, and they are going to want to know why- and how."

"I don't know why, or how..." He rolled his shoulders back, the tension building in his body making his muscles ache.

"They won't stop until they do. I am going to do everything I can to keep this a secret, only a few of my most trusted doctors will know. You are not to tell a soul, Bellamy." She said, narrowing her eyes at him.

"I understand mother, there isn't anyone to tell anyway." He replied. Pater would find out on his own, at least he would be someone to talk to about it all- if he was allowed out of the hospital long enough to go and see him.

"Things will go on as normal in everyone else's eyes. Your father's campaign is more important now than ever."

Bellamy gritted his teeth. Of course this would all revert back to his father and the campaign. The car began to climb the side of the hospital, nearing his mother's office- the gateway to the prison that was now the rest of his life. What had he done? Of course he was going to be put under all the tests known to science- he was meeting a girl from the past in his dreams. The box that she had let was Pandora's. He shivered at the memory of that fable.

But his life was dull, boring, sedentary. For once, he actually had something exciting happening. He could live in the past. The way Pippa thought, acted, spoke... it was... different. He liked different.

"Being different isn't such a bad thing you know." He said as the car pulled to a stop.

His mother scoffed. "Different isn't good Bellamy." She reached to open the door, before turning back to look at him. "Different isn't allowed."

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