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"Tristan!" His scared voice yelled again as he struggled in the barbed wire wall that cut his skin into bloody tatters - "I've got you - I've got you, you're doing good-"But it hadn't done any good - and now Samuel Ludlow stood at the train station with the bombs bombarding the station as he looked back into his memories - it would have been him - it could have- in all actuality it should have been him - dead but no fickle fate had switched Tristan and his futures and now Tristan was dead and Samuel was lostHe could see it - everything that had happened- Tristan lying like a lifeless puppet in the strands of barbed wire Everywhere he went it haunted him - the jolting ack ack sound of a luggage cart sounded like the roar of artillery guns to his blasted eardrums - the lights blinded him like flares in the night - everything brought him back to that one moment - the sound of a train whistle brought the young shaking man back to himself and he watched the train go by - he'd missed it in his dark memories. "Tristan! I've got you - you're gonna be okay- just hold on - you're doing good- just hold on-" Someone shook his shoulder gently and he barely glanced into the face of a young woman who looked sad and weary "Are you not well sir?" He blanched and muttered softly "My name is Samuel Ludlow - there's no need to call me sir- and ye-S yes- I think I am quite well-"