After a small fight with your father about jumping time, you walked away from the dinner table, all of the others turning to stare at you as you could hear your ‘father’s calls after you. Suddenly, you just tried to jump, and surprisingly, it worked. You were in a new place, it looked like downtown, though everything was either burnt to ashes or still in flames, and no one else was around. It was a though you were the last person. Until, you heard someone call your name. “Eight?!”