In a junk yard, she finds herself running for cover, tears still streaming down her face. Bullets are being fired from different directions. Not at her, this is a previous conflict. Still, she can't risk being caught in the crossfire.
Finding refuge behind an old oil drum and unsure where to go next she buries herself in the book.
"You don't remember much do you?" the voice whispers from behind her. Resisting the urge to scream at the top of her lungs and trembling ever so slightly she turns around. In front of her stands a dirty looking young boy of about seventeen.
"You need to find the Zephyr, it's what makes travelling to other dimensions possible. It's how Jackson wrote that book."
"Only read what you have to... Try page 65. I can't stay, but we'll meet again soon," he says backing away. "Oh, and you might need this," he throws her a leather satchel. "It's waterproof," he gestures toward an oddly placed water dam. "Good luck," he says, disappearing back into the battl