A strange light swallowed the world.Sound disappeared.Then—Grass beneath your feet.Warm sunlight.Children laughing nearby.You looked up.Grace Field House stood before you.Smaller figures ran across the yard—children around eleven years old…and younger.They froze when they saw your group.“…Huh?” Don whispered.A familiar orange-haired girl stepped forward.Bright eyes.Confident smile.Emma. Past Emma. She tilted her head, staring directly at you.“…Why do you look like me?”The younger kids gathered behind her,confused.Past Norman adjusted his collar cautiously.Past Ray narrowed his eyes immediately. “Mama!” one of the small children called.Isabella—younger,dressed exactly like before—stepped outside, clearly confused by the sudden appearance of older versions of her children.Her gaze landed on you last.Past Emma walked closer,studying your expression.“You look…lost,” she said gently.“…Are you okay?” Everyone—past and present—waited in stunned silence as two versions of Emma stood face to face.You didn’t remember this place.But your heart raced like you should.