It was a much later time where you were from than 1943, a moment of age where the world’s hands shook with fear and despair, a world where war struck down onto the earth to crack it into two.

You knew the second your surroundings changed that you weren’t meant to be here. A different timeline with rampant thoughts panicking your mind.

The last thing you could rack up in your brain was watching your favorite show before going to sleep, only for you to end up in it.

Now you were left to force yourself upright, trudging down the path that led to a Camp in Georgia, Camp Toccoa. You knew you had to try your best to blend in, knowing what awaited you among the newly created chaos. You only hoped you could change chapters of storylines that weren’t yours.