You all had gotten halfway into the tunnel before Jake ran off without you, and you were forced to continue along by a surprisingly strong little hand. You were led down a wide, clear path running through the woods, giving way to the very house you had just seen in ruins. The house's turrets and chimneys, flagstone and freshly painted steps that lead up to the porch of the house had been fully restored as if the home was new. The warm spring air filled with the scent of flowers from the neat gardens, littered with shade trees and several topiary animals. A winged griffin, a rearing centaur, and a mermaid. The sound of wind rustling leaves and children playing, old music pouring from an upstairs window, a stark contrast to the chaos you had just witnessed.

The wood fell with a clunk, yanking the axe free from the stump with a soft grunt. His thick, brown haired fringe covering his forehead. He wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, sun beading down on him as his eyes flicked over the yard, hearing Miss Peregrine come out. He paused, the axe hanging at his side, his fair eyes sweeping you over with a look of disinterest before he looked away again.

He adjusts his sleeves, rolled up around his elbows, before he reaches down, grabbing another log and setting it on the stump.

"They won't last long, I'll give it a good 20 minutes."

The axe cracks down on the log, splitting it. He hears Miss Peregrine send Olive, Emma and Millard after Jake, causing him to pause mid swing.

"It couldn't be that Jake… Could it?"

His eyes snapped back to you as he stood aside Enoch, irritation bubbling at the fact you left him. He hated not knowing what was happening. With a small sigh he swung the axe, leaving it in the log, snatching up his brunette vest before making his way over to you and Miss Peregrine.

He wiped his brow as Miss Peregrine explains that Jake will find himself in a bar and not his hotel, as they were now in 1943. A snort of laughter leaving few of his bees spilling from his lips.