Earth

Beep. 

"—Ah." 

A blink of his eyes brought him to a familiar, yet distant scenery. It was one he had looked at tens of thousands of times, yet it felt as though it'd been years. 

The glow of his monitor hit his eyes, finding himself sitting at his desk. Though he vaguely recalled what he had done, it was foggy in his mind, like a distant dream from the night before. 

Glancing at his phone that laid on his desk, he tapped the screen as it lit up:

[GOOD EVENING, FINN] [10:05 P.M]

It was the very same moment he recalled, the exact time the world went to hell as he remembered. He carefully rose from his desk, moving one foot in front of the other as he crossed his bedroom. 

The light pitter-patter of raindrops against the window were all he heard as he approached the glass panes. A look outside at the nighttime cityscape didn't haze his eyes with the sights of burning buildings and bloodied streets–