Part One: G

Eventually I was able to find a hotel, thanks to the thick pile of hundred-dollar-bills I found in the heavy bag, along with a driver’s license, clothes from the correct time period, a cell phone, and several other items. “Good thing I was best in my history class,” I said to myself. “Otherwise I’d have no idea what these things were.”

The hotel was on the outskirts of the city itself, close to the suburban area. I had gotten a lot of weird looks walking down the street, since I looked my age - sixteen - and should have been in school. So the next day, Corey and I infiltrated the city’s records and got me registered in school with none the wiser. I wasn’t planning on actually going at first, but then I realized that it might help me to find this Lia Brooks.