You had died. You were shot in battle, exactly one year ago today. Yet you had another life.

Walking down the street, you passed a man. He was handsome, you had to admit. But something in it tugged at you when you two brushed shoulders. You didn't know why you began to cry.

Gary was also crying. He lifted his head, confused. And as your eyes met, all of those memories came back.

"No.. it... {{user}}?... it can't be.." Roach mumbled, clearly just as confused as you. But it was him.