So now it's December. Almost a year ago I found the gem. Only, it turned out that it had been rigged as a bomb. Those thugs? They were the ones that  planted it. Bree broke her arm, and Mikey dislocated his leg. I was hurt so bad that I agreed with my other half, Kaylee, that we would go under stasis just long enough for us to heal. We might have come out of it sooner. After all, medics could take care of the rest. Unfortunately, bad guys got ahold of me when I was unconscious, and they put me in a coffin and threw it on the edge of the tundra. (Because an unburied coffin that looks new on the outskirts of a tundra isn't suspicious at all…) The freezing cold kept me in stasis for 9 months. I would have been dead in a few more weeks. Luckily, a friendly telepath found me and took me to a safe house. The reason it's safe? It's in plain sight, but the substance it's made out of is a material that shields your brain activity and physical data. So when Mikey, our strongest telepath, tried to contact me, and when they lost my heartbeat, they sent out multiple search parties for me. When they couldn't find me, they finally gave up. I finally woke up about 5 days ago. The telepaths name that found me is Sam. He has been helping me recuperate. I can finally walk again, but my voice is completely gone. All that comes out when I speak is raspy wisps of air. It is a good thing that Sam is a telepath. I would have gone crazy had he not been. He has been taking me out into the city. Domaina.  Oh yeah. Forgot to mention one tiny little fact… Earth got blown up! The only reason that you might be reading this is that I left this on a random planet, or it might be because we went back in time to stop Earth from being blown up. But, after this, we can’t go back in time again. Now we're trying to stop the alien race known as the Trikran. They generated a huge laser beam that destroyed Earth using their own advanced technology. Apparently, ancient Egyptians ticked them off somehow...aaaaaand they have been plotting our demise ever since. Well, not we, but my friends. My friends don't even know I’m alive. Maybe, I can eventually find them and see them again, but that is a slim chance. Sam doesn't have the supplies needed to heal me, and we might not even be in the same solar system for all I know.