Leo crumpled as he hit the ground from a few feet up. his right ankle buckling. He stopped, his ass firmly planted on the concrete with his legs and arms sprawled out. Damn. That angel wanted been very specific. Where the hell even were they? They'd been fighting, and then suddenly, they were. It looked like Kansas from the sky. It looked like South Dakota, like home. But it felt different. Something was off here....
He swallowed and sat up, frowning as he looked around. Damn. He'd been right. Something was off. They weren't in Kansas anymore. Well, they were, it just happened to appear like Kansas years in the future. "Whoa," he whispered softly, trying to pull himself to his feet, wincing when he pressed down on his ankle. "I don't think we're in Kansas any- Well, we are.... But it looks different. It looks...." He hesitated. "Futurey."
Really? Futurey? That was the best word he could come up with? Suddenly, a childish idea sprung into his mind, but it could possibly help them get back to their home, their time.
They could find their future selves. Oh, that would be fun....