  Devon used to be a fairly athletic guy, always running around, doing sports. He wasn't the best, but, he definitely wasn't the worst. But in time, he matured and became somewhat of a nerd. He was always on his computer, his brother gave it to him once he moved out and got a better one, so it wasn't a great computer. His friends, few friends, described it as 'ancient. ' His life wasn't all that boring until one day...so he thought.
Devon was at his little computer, typing away for a research project for his college history class. He was writing a 10 page essay over the Revolutionary War. It was due tomorrow and he was only on the 7th page. To make matters worse, he was really stressing out and when he looked at the clock it read: 2:16 AM. "Crap, why did I wait so long to do this! Prof. Neits assigned it a week ago, and I blew it off until three days before.
" He sighed. He finished the sentence he was typing and leaned back in his comfy chair, his only escape from the major pressure, with his arms behind his head. The screen flashed black then a greenish blue screen popped up. "Oh my God! What happened to my report!! " he screamed as he slapped the computer hoping it might help.
It flashed white then blue again and typed out the message: "m-th-r k-dn-pp-d. -ddr-ss = time, r-ck p-th. " "What is that supposed to mean? It's in some sort of code, or something...Wait a minute, there aren't any vowels! Except in time. I wonder why.." Devon questioned. "Hmm...maybe the dashes took place of certain vowels??
M-_-T-H-_-R..Hmmm, M-A, nah. M-E? nope...M-I!...no..M-O! M-O-T-H-E-R...Mother?! What about her!! " He screamed, as if it were a living person.
Devon spent hours, it seemed, trying to crack the rest of the message. So far he had Mother kidnapped. Address = time rock path. He still was unsure what the time was for. Eventually, the remembered it was 2:16 when this message came up. "216 Rock Path?
That's not an address anywhere near here. " wondered Devon. "What addresses do I know of that have a 216 in their address.." After about 10 minutes of thinking, he finally had it. "216 Rock Path stands for 216 Stoney Road! It's only a few blocks from here! " he shouted "But why would my mom be at the library?
Oh well, I better go look for her. " For some unknown reason, he got up, tossed his bag over his shoulder, and headed out the door. "What the-! " exclaimed Devon as he peered around outside. It was daylight. "How is this possible?!
My computer said 2:16! " He decided it didn't matter seeing as he had to get to his mother's aid. Then, he realized that his mom was here, in New York. When she lived in Kansas. "Wait a minute. How can she be here?
" asked Devon, as if there was some all-knowing guru right next to him. "No time though, I must get to her. " He trekked on and eventually reached the library. It seemed to be standing unusually taller than normal but he ignored it. "216 Stoney Road. This is it" he said.
As he walked into the library. There was a spiral staircase. He walked up to it, looked upwards, only to see it going up very high. Too high He saw the ceiling and figured his mother might be there seeing as she wasn't on the first floor. He started hiking up the staircase getting nearer to the ceiling, and to his mom. He was looking up the whole time but, when he looked down, he appeared to be on the third step still.
This threw his equilibruim off and he stumbled. But, the ceiling wasn't any further away than when it was a second ago. He got up and started up the stairs once again. After hours, it seemed, he finally go to the top. He peered over the edge of the floor and saw his mother tied to a chair at the end of a hallway of bookcases. He hurried up the rest of the way and dashed to his mother.
As he neared her, her heard her screaming something. "G-- -p!!! W-k- u- D---n!! " she screamed. Slowly, the message became clear. She was screaming 'Get up!
Wake up Devon! ' Devon, realizing he was in a dream, he suddenly awoke to find himself in his room. But, it wasn't his room as it had been in the dream. Not his sheetless bed, cluttered desk and shelves. But, it was his twin bed, with dinosaur sheets and pillow, his rug with a street and town imprinted on it. The rug had toys scattered everywhere on it.
"Devon! Get up! It's time for school!! " 
