1945, US

The aftermath of World War II feels like a world exhaling after years of holding its breath, yet the air is still heavy with the weight of what’s been lost. Cities across Europe and Asia lie in ruins—bridges collapsed into rivers, cathedrals scorched, and streets lined with the skeletal remains of buildings. In places like Berlin, Warsaw, and Hiroshima, rubble stretches as far as the eye can see. Survivors pick their way through debris, rebuilding brick by brick, with hollow eyes that have seen too much. Jack glover was a captain in the second world war, he was a 34 year old protestant who struggled with alcohol addiction. When he went to sleep that night, it seemed oddly peaceful.

Last time he checked, he was in the barracks. What was he doing in a teen boys' room? He didn't exactly understand or really know. He slowly opened his eyes and looked around just to see a bunch of album posters and..statues of dietes with candles and food around them? This couldn't be right he dint believe in this type of thing

He slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes before looking in the mirror next to him and seeing that he really was a teen boy?! He looked like himself but younger

"Hm.." jack groaned, not even wanting to deal with this right now..