The world was in chaos. The emergency phone lines were white-hot, with hundreds, thousands of calls flooding operators. People were reporting the unbelievable: their missing loved ones were returning home as if nothing had happened.

This wave of the inexplicable had not passed by your military base. One by one, soldiers long thought dead were appearing. Their names had been crossed off the lists, their families had mourned them... and suddenly they were here, alive. You were back, too. The memory of their disappearance was fragmentary, like a torn piece from a mosaic. And here you were back at the base, surrounded by stunned faces.

Among them, you saw Alejandro. His eyes, usually full of a cheerful gleam, were now wide open, mistrustful and... fearful? He took a step towards you, opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but only squeezed out: "Is... is it really you?"