The endless minutes dragged on until Jekyll finally made the first movement. It was rather simple. Merely peeling back the curtain slightly so he could catch a glimpse of home for half a minute. The gray of the houses in the fog made their exact location indeciferable, but still the feeling was not lost on him, or Hyde for that matter. In the back of his mind he could hear the brute remembering all the crimes he had committed. The very crimes that had drove them away from London.

Will you shut up, Jekyll yelled internally, Give me a moment, for pity sake!

Why should I? Hyde snarled back, You're not the only one who lost a home! A profession!

I hardly call your work a profession, Jekyll shot in disgust.

"Missing home?" a voice called him away from their arguements and forced him to let go of the curtain. The sight of home vanished and Jekyll could feel amusement radiating from Hyde because of his own disappointment.

"What?" he said, covering his pause as he turned to see, or rather not see, Skinner.

"Are you missing home?" the invisible figure asked again.

"There really isn't much to miss," Jekyll replied, turning to look blankly at the curtain. He didn't appear to notice Mina's cold blue eyes studying him. She knew, of course, that he was lying. She had seen a look of familiar sadness cross his features before he had stiffened in deep concentration. His false tone only added to her suspicion.

The arms of Skinner's jacket folded over themselves as he crossed his arms, preparing to say something and disturb the irritating quiet of the carriage. He was cut off, however, by a sudden, stopping jolt. A moment later the door opened.

"We've reached our destination," said Carmine, looking up at them, "If you would be so kind as to exit."

"What, No snotty remark?" shot Tom as he stepped out behind Nemo.

Mina followed, Tom offering her a hand kept her face stoic asagrin crossed his features. Skinner came next and finally Jekyll. The group looked at the building before them.

The structure itself was no different then any house in London. A small, comfortable two story building with thin windows and a small chimney stack at top. The windows were closed by deep, black curtainswhichwould have refused the break of daylight. The odd thing was, though,the house stood alone. They were still within the city and yet this house had an unbelieveable amount of space around it.A few meters at almost seemed as if both the architect and builder had seen to it that the privacy of the individuals living in the building would be kept clear of prying eyes.

"If you please," Carmine said, indicating the group should follow her, "And do not touch anything."

"And I thought she was the kid," remarked Tom, considering the tone in Carmine's voice. Like an adult talking to a child, "Who does she think she is?"

"At the moment, she is our guide," Mina replied, "And we will follow her where she leads."

"That doesn't mean I have to like it," said Tom.

"Quiet, both of you," replied Skinner as they entered the building. If there were things in this house that the girl didn't want touched it could mean they were rather expensive things. Things that might be useful to a man of his profession.

Tom shot the invisble man a look of suprise.

"This way," Carmine said, indicating to a den, "My brother will be in shortly."

The league members filed in one at a time, Skinner being last. Curious, he peeked down the hallway, but saw nothing. The walls were bare of even a picture.

"Is there something you need, Mr. Skinner?" asked Carmine, obviously realizing his true motivation.

"No, darling," Skinner replied, "Just wondering what exactly we weren't suppose to to touch is all."

A spark of amusement crossed her face.

"I hardly think this is the time to be a...as you call it, 'a gentlemen thief'," she remarked, "Now if you be so kind..."

"Alright, Alright, I'm going," Skinner said walking into the room. He took an empty seat next to Nemo, as far away from the blazing fire place as he could. For a few minutes they sat in silence.

"BROTHER! YOUR GUESTS ARE HERE!" A sudden yell came from the entrance way. The League looked in the direction of the yell, which could only have come from Carmine, with a look of suprise. It was completely unlike a young woman to scream upstairs for any reason.

Before any could comment, however, there came the sullen sound of footsteps down a flight of stairs. A moment later, the door opened to reveal a man in his late twenties to early thirties. He was tall, lean and had hair color similar to Carmine's. He wore a plain shirt, pants, and jacket. His face was clean cut, and his eyes shone with eagerness at seeing them all.

"Ah, gentlemen, Mrs. Harker," he said, inclining a slight bow in Mina's direction. Mina returned the favor with a respectful smile.

"I suppose," Canodor said, making his way towards the fireplace, "You are all curious about this evening."

"Yes, we were a little suspicious about it," Tom agreed, "Care to clear up the mystery."

"Yes, yes, that is why I'm here isn't it," Canodor replied, pulling out a poker and stroking the fire. The afterglow gave his eargerness an almost sinister nature.

He turned again to face the group.

"The truth is...I'm in a spot of trouble," he said.

"How much trouble are we talking about?" Nemo asked.

Canodor cringed.

"A lot of touble," he replied, "More inclined towards the destruction of the earth."

That got everyone's attention.

"You see," Canodor said, his voice taking on a tone of embarrasment, "My sister and I are not what you would call...normal."

The others looked at him as though to say, And-we-are?

"I mean," he continued, "We...oh, this is bloody difficult to explain, We are from what you would consider the future."

Skinner let out a snicker. Tom looked amused. Nemo, Mina, and Jekyll just looked at him sceptically.

"It's true," Canodor replied deeply serious, "Carmine, a demonstration if you please."

The others looked behind them at the young woman. They hadn't even noticed she was in the room.

Rolling her eyes in apparent disdain, she pulled back her right sleeve to reveal an odd bracelet. The black band held a plain, metalic, circular face against her wrist. When she pressed her finger against the surface, a sudden light flashed into the room. She tilted her wrist so that the light was projected onto the floor. Then, just as suddenly, the light seemed to bend in shape until the form of Mr. Canodor appeared. The members of the League stared in mute suprise.

"How is this possible?" Jekyll voiced, not taking his eyes off the image.

"A mere trick," Nemo concluded.

"Hardly," replied Carmine. She pressed her finger against the surface again and the light and figure vanished.

"More like a hologram," she added as they all looked up at her, "A technology that will not be created for about two hundred years."

"You see," Canodor said, "My sister and I are time travelers. We come from the year 2100."

"Wait a minute, time travel isn't possible," exclaimed Tom.

"Here, no" Canodor replied patiently, "When we come from, yes."

"I must say my suspicions lie with Sawyer's," Nemo said, "For all your talk, this may just be a cheap parlor trick."

"You doubt our sincerity," Carmine replied angrily, "Fine, then explain this," she pressed the metal face again. This time a beam of light flewfrom the face and struck Nemo. He crumpled.

Immediately, Mina moved to check on him while the others jumped from their chairs. The suspicion of a trap being fufilled in their minds.

"Gentlemen," Canodor exclaimed, seeing his plan fall to ruins, "Please, do not be alarmed. We mean you no harm. My sister..." he glared at the young woman and stepped in front of her, "Please, your friend...he will be fine. I..."

"I think the time for explanations is over," Tom said, a dangerous glint in his voice, "Now tell me what she did to him."

"Oh, she simply stunned him," Canodor said, "A defensive tool, he will recover."

"And how do we know that," Rodney replied, inching closer to the siblings, who had been back away. More along the lines of Canodor backing and dragging his sister back. The look on Carmine's face made it clear she would rather fight.

"Because I know," a new and yet oddly familiar voice said.

The other turned. Mina gasped. The color drained from Jekyll's face. While no one could see Skinner's reaction, it still would at least have been considerable suprise. Tom's jaw dropped in astonishment.

Standing in the doorway, looking as he did when they had last seen him was none other than Alan Quartermain, their original leader.

"Q-Quartermain?" Tom let out, a million emotions running through him.

"Hello, boy."