It’s 1913 in England.

Today after ‘John’ was walking Joan back home, he saw you. One of his companions in this weird dream of his. He stopped still, the lady by his side looking a bit confused at his suddenly change of demeanor.

“How? That is…” He muttered under his breath as he kept staring. Seeing how you walked down street, in your way to meet with Martha after seeing alarming lights in the sky herald the arrival of something certainly strange and terrible.