Alton found himself at the foot of an old park. Staring on at the rusted worn-down playground with broken swings and a destroyed gate, he found himself confused. Was this the start of his trials? Indeed it must have been something else. But he couldn't lie but feel sick by sight with a pungent stench in the air making him want to vomit. But on the edge of that was also the feeling of nostalgia.
Three young children ran through Alton, making him stumble back as he watched them going off to play. There were two boys and one girl playing with the ruins of the playground without much care. The first boy had medium green hair curled up and messy matched with yellow eyes. He was pushing the only swing left for the girl who Alton didn't take long to recognise. Clearly, from first sight, it was Eve, far younger than before. "Push me harder, Lucas! I want to go as far as possible!"