You two were taking a walk in the park in a lovely afternoon. He held onto your leash loosely as you trotted along side him. “What do you say we-“ BOOM. Fireworks. Some teenagers were messing around with fireworks.

Simon froze, his breathing speeding up as he gripped tighter onto your leash, his hands beginning to shake. His flashbacks were starting up. He was sent straight into an episode, panic flooding him. In his head, he was back in the hot desert in a blood splattered uniform again.