[A/N] Short again...hopefully they'll get longer...or I'll write more..either way, this story is really fun :D
Hopefully you guys like it too...

"So, I realized that I havened even asked your name yet, dude! How lame is that?"

Alfred walked side by side with me, as we walked down a dark hallway. Behind us, slowly trailed Ivan. I have to admit, he was really scaring me, although I have no idea why.

"It's Peter."

I was so interested and curious as to who these people were, and about their conversation, which I had heard earlier, but I felt that it would be rude just to ask myself. Instead, I waited to see if they would tell me themselves.

"Peter's an awesome name…I mean, it's too bad my annoying younger brother has the same name, but you seem cool. I mean you did just save our lives."

He turned back to look at Ivan, with worried eyes.

"Hey, you don't think that this time…"

They both stopped walking and remained silent for a couple of very tense minutes. Then Alfred continued,

"I'm not going to lie. This doesn't look good. If the guy was prepared to send a helicopter, it meant that he wasn't afraid to disturb my~ the public."

There it was! Alfred almost said 'my' again! That was another question added to my list.

"Yes Alfred, I do think so. I think it's been a long time since last time. People have changed since then."

He looked away, and I saw him slightly tense up, as if in mental pain. I simply couldn't put my finger on them. Young men, who are talking about a long time ago? This just doesn't sound right. I wasn't paying attention, but we had started moving again. By the time I came back to my senses, we had reached the end of the corridor, and I saw a door that had seemingly popped out of nowhere.

"Well Peter, I guess this is you. Bye bye, have a nice life."

Alfred held out his hand to shake mine, and I realized that I had still not received any answers to my questions.

"Alfred, wait-"

"No, my comrade. I'm afraid you must go." Ivan gently smiled at me, and I resigned myself to shaking Alfred's hand and opening the door.

That was strange; the door opened up to reveal a normal street. In fact, when I looked closer, it was my home street. I quickly stepped into the rising daylight, and then the door snapped shut behind me. When I looked back, the hallway was gone. How did I get here? We'd only been walking for about 20 minutes, and I lived on the opposite of town!

But something else was wrong. There was a really bad smell wafting through the air. As I turned back to my street, the first answer to my day was revealed. A huge column of thick black smoke was rising from an enormous pile of debris.

That debris happened to be my house. I ran to the wreckage and double checked my surroundings. There was a police van and an ambulance, however, both were stationary. Our two neighbouring houses remained intact. The police man standing near the scene watched me, and when I was standing in front of him, he put a comforting hand on my shoulder, and shook his head sadly.

~Poland 1550~

"Hey, little boy! What are you doing out here?"

Martha ran outside the forest, staring at the blonde boy. He was innocently frolicking about, looking as cheerful as ever.

"You're going to catch a cold! Didn't your mother say never to play outside in the rain?"

The little blonde boy laughed, and grabbed for her hand.

"Oh don't be silly, my dear. I don't have a mother."

He giggled and spun her around. Martha huffed and stopped him.

"It's YOU who's being silly. Everyone has a mother. And mine always said that I shouldn't be out on my own until I'm 16, and that's a lot of time. I'm only 7 you see. How old are you, little boy?"

He simply laughed again, and started pulling her around and splashing in the puddles.

"Oh well. It's ok. I've never had a mother and I've been fine. And you can call me Feliks, if you want. Much better than 'little boy', don't you think?"

"My mother will be angry that I'm even outside. Feliks, why don't you come into my house, and warm up a bit. My mother always said that if you stay out in the cold for too long, you might get sick! And maybe even die!"

"I'm sure neither of us will die, Martha. And you sure do love to talk about your mother. But I'll be glad to come into your house to warm up, thank you."

Martha recoiled in shock; how did he know her name? She didn't have that many friends, and she lived a simple life with her mother. But this boy, Feliks, seemed nice.

She spun him around and headed back to her small cottage.
Bursting in, she saw her mother patiently waiting.

"Martha, where have you-", she paused. "And who might the young lad be?"

"This is Feliks. I'm very sorry, but I found him outside, and he said he had not a mother! Can he stay to warm up just a little? Please?"

Just then, Martha started shivering, and sneezed softly into her tunic shirt. Her mother, without saying a word, led them both to the fire, and sat them down.

"Oh children these days. Of course Feliks, you must stay with us. And Martha, see, I did say you would get sick. Now what am I going to do with you?"

And so they stayed by the fire, warming up together. Martha was still cold and shivering after some time though, and her mother was getting worried. Feliks however, simply smiled again.

"Martha, I would like to give a thank you for your hospitality. You and your mother are kind people, and it has warmed my heart to see you."

He leaned in to give embrace her in a hug, and Martha hugged him back. At his touch, though, she suddenly felt warmer. As if time had stopped, her spirits lifted, and she took in his soft smell; it reminded her greatly of a baker's produce in the morning. She guessed that was just the way he was.

As soon as he let go of her, she shook herself. Martha felt clear, refreshed and even happy. She let go of her minds burdens and let out a contented sigh. Her mother was found to be in the middle of a sentence.

"Feliks, I've been thinking. You seem like a nice boy, and if you really don't have a mother-" She stopped mid-sentence. Feliks was no longer sitting in front of the fire beside them. In fact, there was not even a trace of his existence left in the entire house.