The flight was peaceful as the sun glittered through the clouds. Sunlight fragmented into small rainbows as the ultraviolet light intertwined with water particles which was a true testament to how high the craft was flying. In the cockpit the sound of the engines reverberated, but still the small huffs of irritation could be heard. The pilot, a gruff man named Jojen, looked to his right once more as his passenger sighed in frustration for the eleventh time. The pilot was at the very least perplexed and had been debating on interrupting the passenger's strange actions, but managed to keep himself from asking what he was doing. Well, until now that is.<br/><br/>"Oh my god kid." The pilot finally sighed, exasperated. "What are you trying to do?"<br/><br/>Blonde hair that would usually be swept back was in a furious tousle and green eyes that normally shimmered with a jovial shine were closed in annoyance. "I'm trying to do a…" The young man furrowed his brow in aggravated thought. " Uhhhh. What did they call it." A slender hand with long fingers brushed sandy strands of hair out of his face. "Oh yes! A walk the dog I believe it's called." He let loose the yoyo that he had been fiddling with for the past hour in yet another failed attempt.<br/><br/>Jojen turned to look at the kid's face for a long moment and stuck out his hand. "Let me see it." His passenger complied, placing the yoyo in the his hand. "Look. It's easy." With a simple flick of the wrist the yoyo spun down, slid across the floor, and came elegantly back to his hand. "It's all in the wrist!" Jojen flashed a toothy smile.<br/><br/>The passenger sat up straight and took a deep breath. Releasing it, he slid to a more relaxed position. Eyeing the pilot his words came out in a joking huff. "You're a damn wizard sir."<br/><br/>"If only Mr. Fray. If only." Jojen continued to smile and fiddled with some of his instruments.<br/><br/>Charles Fray sank into his seat and let his gaze leave the cockpit. It wasn't often a person got to see the world like this; where it truly glowed with vibrant life. This is peace, he thought to himself, I can help bring this to the Earth. As he sat he reminisced on the past few hours of his life, the sky flying by him.<br/><br/>It all started with a letter. A small piece of paper that promised him the answer to his problem, or so he hoped. It was more hope than he was used to, maybe more than he had the right to ask for, but he needed this. The fact that he was one in fifteen only added to his growing anticipation. What did it mean? Did they find his research? If they thought he was important enough for this maybe, just maybe, he was important enough to listen to.<br/><br/>The letter was followed by a knock on his door a few weeks later, then the drive, and finally the plane. It all happened so fast, but he knew now that it was necessary. The goodbyes. The tears as he parted with his beloved Sari. It was all necessary. He told Sari that he would see her again, but he knew that was a promise that he might not be able to keep. It was one of the hardest things that he'd ever had to do, but if the letter spoke truth the future of mankind might depend on what happened next. It all came back to the letter. The letter… And Project Andromeda; clean and self-sustaining energy. It was only the beginnings, years of notes and research, but schematics had started being drawn up.<br/><br/>A jolt rocked him from his thoughts. The world came back to him suddenly, the green earth lay beneath and a large facility was before them. Another jet was taking off from the makeshift runway. "I take it we've arrived?"<br/><br/>"Indeed we have Mr. Fray. Do you have all of your belongings?"<br/><br/>Charles looked at his duffel bag and the yoyo in his lap. "I believe so." He said with a laugh.<br/><br/>It went from the jet, to a vast field with sparse trees, to what seemed more like a manor than a government facility. The walls were fine wood with brilliant works of art that he had only ever seen in books. He heard voices echoing from down the hall and a set of oak double doors were opened slightly, revealing a large room with three other people that seemed about his age. Still fiddling with the yoyo he entered. As the doors opened the yoyo seemed to fall with promise, but only ended falling limp after a few spins. Once again frustrated Charles began bouncing it up and down helplessly. "Does anyone know how to use these damned things?"