The white firefly lights zoomed in, circling around Seth until the solid bright white lights of the transporter appeared on the front lawn of his mother's house in present day Pooler, Georgia, with Seth in the center. Seth was still dressed in twelfth century men's riding clothes, brown trousers, black leather riding boots and a beige, loose fitting man's shirt, with his sword strapped between his shoulder blades. He looked at bit out of place, but he didn't care.
He looked around, noticing that his mother was still at work, but his black 1967 Mustang Shelby GT 500 was sitting in the driveway. "Good," he thought. It wasn't that he didn't want to see his mother, but he was in a hurry and knew that his mother would want to talk for a while. As quickly as he could, he ran to the front door,
