Leo woke up on the kitchen floor.
His mum yelled from upstairs, "Leo! You've been in there for hours! Are you boiling your brain?"
He sat up, dazed.
He was back. His phone buzzed. The world was normal again. War-free. Peaceful.
He walked outside into the calm, summer air - and it felt strange.
He had lived through bombs. Fear. Laughter. Courage.
And no one would believe a single word of it.
But in his pocket was a bloodstained nurse's patch, and on his wrist, a string bracelet tied by Hope the night before he left.