The human race had the power to cross solar systems, and galaxies with little more than their minds. The power to level entire cities in a flash but we lost it along with all memory and history of such an ability. Our time as masters of our piece of the universe, our time as gods, forfeit.
The last time Page Stevens saw Jin was at a bus stop waiting to get home after a particularly tedious day of school. The next was over thirty days later right outside her bed in the exact same clothes only covered in filth and worn down.
Missing, lost, considered dead but why is she more frightened and suspicious than she is happy?
Why is he sitting right next to her bed, where's he been and why is there an undying sense of foreboding that is covering all else?