Today is the day my father comes to visit me. He doesn’t usually but that doesn’t mean I don’t wait all the same. The door bell rings and I feel...the excitement I felt sixteen years ago, innocent anticipation only a little child could have. The younger me bursts through the front door of the tiny apartment shouting an over-joyed greeting to…the paperboy. The child me is crestfallen, and I feel that inside all over again and seeing this scene replayed made me remember why things like this stuck. It could also be one of the groups opposed to me and what I was trying to do. I just hoped that they would think I was going to see Constantius instead of going right by.It took three days to get to the Bosporus. I had never been here before and found the land, homes and view enchanting. I knew there were bridges in the future but there were none here now. Ferries served this purpose now as well as in the future.We came to a Roman checkpoint but we were now in dirty clothing to hide our. I hoped she was joking.We informed Morgana of the extra details Abigail had supplied us with."Jemima did mention it," she said. "Though I rather think she hopes it isn't true as it means we'd be facing an incursion from the outer realms."Outer realms? Well, they're the powers that exist outside our universe and our frame of reference. A place of chaos and wild magic we believe, though no Mage has visited and returned. It is the place of origin of the Old Ones and what we consider to be. He turned his head momentarily in the direction of that wail and saw another vehicle not far from his. He hadn’t noticed it in his rush to get out of his own car but knew in a flash that it was the same car he had seen yesterday parked a bit farther down the road.“What the hell is that doing there?” Tracey muttered to himself not knowing that he was soon to find out. He turned his head from that car and faced the blackness of the doorway in front of him then charged on in. It took a few moments.