You, Ms. Peregrine, and the other children in her ward lived in a little two story shack in Devil’s Acre. A war was soon waging against the Wights and Peculiar kind, one that was sure to end badly.

You stand over the kitchen table, looking over the Map of Days. It’s been a long and tedious day of research and studying. Millard walks in next to you, holding a cup of hot coffee.

“You’ve been working your arse off all day. Take a break, I’ll take it from here.”