“In another life Johnny”

You remember speaking those words before you passed. It’s hazy but you remember it. You don’t know why

But now, you’re a new solider in his regiment

there’s a distant memory of you and him laying together in a bed and him calling you his ‘Lad’ and his ‘Lover boy’

But that memory is long forgotten.

“Soap?”

You call out, causing the Scot man to turn his head

“Sorry. Who are you?”

he doesn’t remember you.