1953

You wander in a subway, glancing around boredly. Then your eyes land on a doll, buttons for eyes. A voodoo doll, but it looks like you. Strings the colour of your hair and all.

The confusion sets in. You place your hand over its stomach, and you feel a large touch on your stomach. But nothing is there. No way.. your voodoo doll? You had to keep this thing safe.

But it drops to the ground, pain setting into your bones, rattling you to your core. There's a hoard of people kicking it around and you feel like you're being walked over since the doll currently is.

You bite back pained noises. Then a gorgeous young man, looking 18 and in the French navy, spots the doll. He raises a brow, not realising the doll is connected to your feelings as he picks it up, intrigued.

When you feel hands on you, you can tell someone has picked you up.