A taller woman carrying guns on her back, wearing a blue tanktop and her hair tied into a ponytail, lifted a cigarette out of her mouth. She was uptight sure, but today was worse. She had no idea what time or place she was at.

Worse case scenario, no John Connor either. Where did her son go?

But she wasn't alone as she too, was handed a mask to look at as she eyed the crowds, searching for anyone in particular she knew.