The first thing she noticed was that this wasn't her bedroom. It couldn't be. It was far too dark to be her bedroom. The walls were a dull greyish brown with round lights along them. Looking around, Claire appeared to be lying on the floor of...wherever she was. That, too, was a dull brown. She looked to one side and saw an hexagonal table in the middle of the room. This was no ordinary table, though. There were buttons all along the panels of it. Each side had a panel which converged in the center, which held a large column that was slowly rising and falling.

"What the..."

It was then that she noticed that she wasn't alone. Standing on the opposite side of this table-like thing was a man. He an older man, about her Grandpa John's age. His hair was grey, with a few small flakes of brown still clinging to it, as was his goatee. He looked to be wearing normal clothes, but there was something about the man that seemed...different.

"Oh, you're up," he said, as Claire began to sit up.

"Where am I?" Claire asked. "Who are you?"

"My name is Eugene Bradford. This is my...my machine. Who are you, and how did you get in here?"

"Claire Brady, and I've no idea."

"Brady?" asked Eugene. "As in Roman Brady?"

"Yeah," Claire said. "He's kind of a step-grandpa to me."

"Oh, that must mean..." Eugene trailed off for a moment, then seemed to recover. "You're Shawn and Belle's daughter!" Eugene helped Claire up. "How did you get in here, Claire Brady?"

"I have no idea," said Claire. "Actually, I was about to ask you the same thing."

"Hm, I see," said Eugene, thoughtfully.

"Sorry, but where is here, again?" asked Claire.

"As I said, this is my ship."

"Doesn't look like a ship," said Claire.

"Oh, but it is," Eugene continued. "It's a very special ship."

"What makes it special?" asked Claire.

"It travels," replied Eugene.

"All ships travel," said Claire. "I spent over half my life on a ship sailing around the world."

"Ah, but this ship travels in time," said Eugene. He looked at a computer that was built into one of the panels. "Oh, we're about to land! You might want to find something to hang on to." Eugene pulled a lever. The ship jolted slightly. Claire ran over to the middle of the room, where Eugene was standing. "Grab onto the console and hold on tight!" he said. "This landing isn't always smooth!"