St Paul’s Cathedral in London during the Blitz 1940
The dark-haired woman with the shimmering gown sighed. He hadn’t noticed that she was breathing before. “This is only the beginning. There are a great many things you will need to learn.”
“Such as why you left four people trapped in a collapsed building with a bomb about to detonate?”
“I forgot about them. How could I…?”
Then he woke up. There was about to be an explosion. He could only save one of them.
Sunday, 8 September 1940 – London
A building had collapsed on them. Everyone who had taken shelter in here from the bombing had died except for those four, a man, a woman, and two children. Suddenly another man was standing in the center of what was left of the basement.
It was dark, night but he could see outside through holes in the walls above them. There were explosions, the sound of thunder, the ground repeatedly shook. The black air was shattered by bright flashes of destruction. The drone of aircraft engines acted as background noise.
Jonathan Cypher saw five important things, a man, a woman, a little boy, an even younger girl, and a bomb. It had a Nazi insignia on it. Was it ticking?
“Sir, please help. We’re trapped here.” The man’s legs were buried under rubble. The woman, probably his wife, was unconscious with a head wound. The two children were clutching at her and crying hysterically.
“There’s about to be an explosion. You can only save one of them but please be careful whose life you save.”