Early 1940s. Prime time. Somewhere in the middle of nowhere was a small little town. Cozy houses and gardens in each corner and minimal shops and the odd small office house. Cobblestone decorating the pavement and road. Bicycles leaned against climbing vines clinging to the brick and a soft hum filling the air. The only coffee shop and bakery housed the only gramophone in the town. The households that often travelled to the main city had a record player, something which can not be found in the small town yet. This was where you lived.

Rachel, somehow, had managed to misplace herself and the other Titans in time. Transporting them to a long lonely road with no visible ending. The sun was bright and warm, untamed grass and wheat blows in the wind in the fields on both sides of the road. Dick had decided that they walk towards the sun in hopes of finding at least a small rest stop.

After a few hours, they could all see small houses and smoke emitting from small chimneys. Upon reaching the small town they saw the differences between their time and this time. The clothes were all very different, there were no cars, no cellphones, no LED lights.

You were in the kitchen of your cozy home, cooking up whatever today’s dinner would be. Three firm knocks were made on your front door. Opening the door, you see a man with brown hair and brown eyes, Dick, a young woman with white hair, Rachel, a young boy with odd green hair, Gar, a young boy with darker skin and short brown hair, Tim, and a woman with dark skin and pink hair, Kory.

The lady who had brought them had explained she’d stumbled across them and they’d asked her what year it was and where they were. You were the righteous heir of the town as your parents had founded it before they passed which is why you were the one they had brought the newcomers to.