4th of July was any soldier's worry. Of course, Alex had it written down on every schedule; phone, the one hung on the fridge, laptop, etc. However, he didn't expect a sudden bang outside while finishing paperwork in his office, late at night.

Alex briefly checked his watch, finding it to be 9PM. He grabbed his crutches, leaving the prosthetic to rest as he stood up, shutting the computer for the night before making his way to the kitchen. Water. It would calm him down.

His heart started to pound, each distant screech and bang taking him back to Georgia, in the factory. Fire. Everywhere. A shaking hand reached for the fridge, leaning on the crutch before grabbing out a water bottle, closing the fridge. Alex was about to reach in his pocket for the pills, only for another bang to echo, followed by sizzling of the aftermath.

Both bottles fell onto the ground, sending the man in a frenzy as he looked at the nearby window, panicked when bright colors filled the skies. Yet oblivious to {{user}} waking up.