Jordan didn't have any clue where he was. Or when his family got access to this type of technology. But he also had no idea his family practically ruled the supernatural either, so how was he to know what his father was hiding from him.

"Dad? Where are we?" He looked around, trying to hide how uneasy he was. But from how prideful his father was holding himself he doubted he was doing a great job at that.

"On the coast of San Fransisco." 

Jordan's head shot up. How had they gone from Manhattan, New York to San Fransisco in that short of time?

"Dad, please don't be playing around with me. Where are we?"
"We. Are. In. San Fransico."
"Why are we in San Fransisco?" Jordan yelled. He was starting to panic now. His father wasn't lying.

"I am not letting you start a war in my city."
"I'm getting TJ back wether you like it or not!"
"You are not tearing apart MY CITY!" Oliver yelled, then proceeded to leave the cell through a retractable door.

"Let me out of here! Dad!"

Jordan couldn't believe this. How could his own father do this? He was locked away in a city far away from James, Luna, and TJ. He had no bed, nothing to keep him from going insane, and only white walls for comfort. Let alone all of his senses were gone in here he couldn't hear, smell, nothing. And right now with nothing but bright white to see he really wished he also couldn't see.

"I'm so sorry TJ. I have failed once again. Please forgive me."

The first night of many in the plain white noiseless cell was filled with Jordan's sobs as he cried himself to sleep.