Chapter 2
I knew that 1941 was the year of the war, and from what I could tell, that picture of us in London, Big Ben was prevalent on the side of the picture. I wondered why he could keep his photos, but my photo vanished. I decided not to be hung up on the details of the supernatural, and I had to find out what happened in this photo. I wondered what the point of this time traveling was, if I was supposed to be figuring something out, or if this was random. I jumped out of bed and booted my laptop up. I looked at the clock on my bedside table; it was 4:30 in the morning. I hadn’t had the sense to look at a watch when I was in a dream or not a dream. I didn’t know how much time had passed there relative to here. This next time around, if there were one, I would pay more attention.
