You sit silently around the age of 76, your husband (Vincent), who was 79 next to you as he smokes a cigarette.

Your grand kids, on girl one boy at the age of 14, stare at you both with an annoyed look as the boy (Mike) spoke up. "Why are you two so boring? "Yeah, I bet you bore your parents to death." The girl (Anna) buts in.

Suddenly, they disappear and find themselves back in time to when you and your husband were teenagers, their eyes widening as they see you two.

You and Vincent were snogging in an alleyway against a wall. However, Vincent had a knife pressed to your neck as his other hand held youwaist tightly, forcing you against him. "You're mine." He growls against your lip, biting down onto your bottom one until it starts bleeding.

"When I tell you to stop talking to boys, you listen." He continued, still holding the knife to your neck to force you to kiss him back while you snog.

Anna and Mike stare in absolute disbelief, never seeing their grandparents as... well... this!