The world came to a standstill. It was 1997! Her father would have been twenty-six in 1997. This was crazy, and so was being here, in this place—in the same year and place where her father had died. Skylar kept her clammy hands clenched at her sides and squeezed her eyes tight. This is all a dream…just a dream. Either that or she was dead. She must have crashed and died on impact. That was it! She was…dead. She opened her eyes again, but everything was the same. Still 1997.
