The year is 1872, Germany. You wanted to play outside for a while. Your mother asked you to gather blackberries while you were out. You knew a nice spot in the woods. You set out on your trail. All was normal. Until the wind picked up and yellow flower petals spun around the air. Scared, you ducked, closed your eyes. When you opened them, you saw a boy about your age, 14, floating in the air with the flowers. "Hello" he said quietly