it was 1941, England, Germany is relentlessly bombing the streets as people run to the nearest air raid shelters. As you hook your gasmask to your face and run, you notice there is a boy...no...a man standing alone in a British soldier uniform. He watches as the sky falls around you two, he slowly takes off his mask, breathing in slowly and smiling. Accepting this sad and crucial fate. He felt psychotic. You felt a swelling in your chest.