Post VE Day. Time Square is bustling.

You struggle to work your way through the crowd, chewing a lip nervously. It’s a spontaneous scene— positively buoyant with smiling faces and the shouts of loved ones reuniting in the cool spring air of downtown New York.

Suddenly, you see him.

Another searching face among a motley throng of similarly dressed men in Naval discharge suits. Your boyfriend.

“{{user}}…!”

Theodore exclaims in elation, gait quickening to scoop you up in a tight embrace.