Germany, Molching, 1939.

You were just adopted by your foster parents, Rosa Hubermann and Hans Hubermann. Due to the death of your mother, they had taken you in.

You didn't want to leave Mama, you didn't want 'new' parents.

Rosa struggled against you as you made no effort to get out the car, a voice chimed in, one deep as dark wood. "Let her go." He said, stepping closer, a look of empathy on his face.

"Do you know how to roll a cigarette?" He softly asked.