Shivering from the wait of the toss of his embarrassing polka-dot umbrella, Wyatt braced and grabbed the pink and black plastic shelter.. He ran across the wheat field by the road leading to the pond. He stumbled and made it to the pond. He saw the two teens. They were just laying there as if the shallow pond was their bed and the lily pods were their sheets. Pulling the fair-haired girl first, he got her out. Thinking she would blink once and awake, he pulled her a bit too roughly. He wrapped a blanket around her and got closer to the edge of the pond to grab the gangly boy. Seeing that the two teens were covered up, Wyatt ran towards the house to get something warm for them to drink. Scrambling up the steps, he wondered what in Hades could have possessed him to help someone. Grabbing the left over tea from last night, he poured it clumsily in two mugs and ran as fast as he could without spilling it. Last thing she remembered was seeing that damn bus screeching towards her, only seconds after James has kissed her at the stop. After that, she blacked out. Looking down, she felt the stiff tightness that one experiences when wearing wet clothes. Yet, she felt different. She did a double take as she saw that the tightness wasn’t from the pond water. She had grown. Looking at her watch, the time didn’t show. The battery was dead. She looked across at James. He looked kind of cute all sleepy. She noticed that he had grown as well. She heard steps and saw a boy walking funny towards them. James cringed and woke. Looking around, a boy of sixteen and a girl that looked like Zelda. Holy crap, he thought. It was Zelda! She looked like she had aged three years. Her hair was to her waist. Wasn’t it cut short? She looked like she was wearing clothes many sizes too small. He looked up and couldn’t seem to get his hair out of his face.