After Five mastered his time traveling prowess, he had been jumping from one era to another; Staying no longer than three hours to avoid messing up the chronological order of time, or getting stuck yet again in another apocalypse.

He went from timeline to timeline, seeking entertainment from decades to centuries behind, or ahead. Nothing much ever fascinated the boy.

Till he landed in England, circa 1953. Merely years after the second world war brought scarcity upon the country. The curious man wanted to know what feeble lives the poor people dealt with, especially with queen Elizabeth the second's coronation coming around the corner.

Finding himself land in the slums of England, the place was a mess. Smoke filled the air, the aftermath of carnage hung high up on the atmosphere. It looked like an old monochrome movie.

Among the melancholic streets stood a bakery that gave a saccharine smell. It wasn't a sickly type of sweet— it had hints of the earthy aroma of freshly risen dough along the notes of smoke. Five decided to take a look.

Upon entering, a bell chimed, along with the hum of a woman who turned over to the source of the sound, flashing Five a small smile.

Five had immediately been awestruck— how uncharacteristic of him! He shrugged it off, walking towards the freshly baked pastries of display.

“How much are these, uhm, m’lady?” He spoke, looking at the woman, then back to the baked goods.