Jack woke up to a strange feeling he never quit had experienced, he then was blinded by going back into an illuminated white room and he saw people around him. He directly understood that he was just born again, and, beyond his control, began to cry.

The newt few month were blurry but always the same, he was always tired, hungry. Jack’s vision and hearing were far from what he had previously, but with time it improved and he could already recognise his parents, by vision or by voices. Voices that he struggled to understand but still recognised as English. It was for him a really strange experience.

With time passing his hearing and sight improved but not his control over his emotions and mood – he would deny everything that may or may not happen in his layers -. It seemed to him that he simply had his memories and thought process of his 27 old past self, but had the concentration span, the hunger, emotions and control over his body of a few months old baby. While it could seem so frustating, Jack had no real problem with it because those emotions were still his. Even more, while he couldn’t train himself or learn to control himself due to his small attention span, he at least didn’t had to act for his parents, as he behaved like any normal baby would.

And so that’s how with the time passing he learned of his new name, Blake, and of his parents. His mother, was a red-haired woman with a thin arched nose, hazel eyes and a wonderful smile, _Jack was totally objective on this point_ was named Katie. His father, had an average built, a straight nose, brown eyes, short black hair, andwas named Scott.

Jack had no idea when exactly a baby could talk his forst words, or take his first steps, but for both he was feeling it was really close. And one day, ha saw a lot of people in the house and his parents seemed overjoyed and enthusiastic. Katie took Blake in her arms and maed a spin around herself while saying.

“Do you know which day it is Blake ?!! Do you know ?? Today is the 23 of September, today is your birthday !!!! Who is the best 1 year old around ?? That’s right it’s you Blake !!”

Ah yeah, Blake parents were also really an enthusiastic young couple who were totally enamoured with the young Blake. Let’s try to talk again, I can feel I’m almost there for some words. I’m sure it’ll make them proud. And then when his dad called him by his name, the redhead put him on the ground, tried to help him walk by taking his hands. Blake feeling bold tried to walk by himself and managed his first few steps alone without tripping ! The (really) young boy was so overjoyed – still not as much as his parents it seemed - that when his father caught him he shouted “Daddy !!!” to the surprise of everyone in the room. My first words !!! Finally haha !!!

Naturally, one young mother in the room couldn’t let this pass by as she lost the race, and rushed to his side.

“And mommy, it was mommy who helped you out !!! Can’t you say Mommy too please my favourite little baby !! Say Mommy, just once ! You can do it I know !!!”

Ugh I can’t resist those puppy eyes of her, let’s try again “Mommy !!!”.

And that’s how Blake uttered his first words on his first birthday. Blake got quite a few new plush which he loved a lot _even if as a 28 years old, he tried to convince himself it was just acting_ .

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The next few years that passed, Blake learned or confirmed certain things about who he was and where he was. His full name was Blake Kindheart, growing up he also saw that his appareance change greatly from what it used to be, he got his mother fine nose, and his hairs were as black as his new father. But the more surprising fact was his heterochromia, he indeed got his left eye brown and his right one hazel.

Growing up, Blake discovered that he also didn’t nedded to act at every time, indeed while he kept his memories and knowledge of his past life, he also had the body of a young boy, and that implied some emotionnal mix making him react like an (almost) normal boy most of the time, albeit a (really) mature one.

His parents saw early his maturity and so encouraged him to developp his imagination, his sense of wonder and liked to read him stories. That’s how he growed up with his family love and care, making him loving them and caring in return, as much as if they were his first family.

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He also learned learned more about his parents, notably that their professions. His mother, Katie was a music teacher, and an accomplished saxophonist. His father as for him, had an engineering formation and worked in a small company in York. They also both worked near the area, as he understood it. Which confirmed that he was indeed on Earth, in England to be precise, but what seemed surprising even for him was that he was in the 1970s, himself being born the 23 September of 1974.

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Fast forward to November 1981, Blake was now 7 years old, and this fathers word again and again in his head. Hide under the bed and not a noise, hide under the bed and not a noise. It’s the best hiding place in the house. When suddendly he heard footsteps stopping in front of his parents bedroom. Instinctively his heart accelerated, and, to reduce the sound of his ragged breath, the boy put his hand in front of his mouth.

*creaaaaaaak* The door slwoly opened with a creak. *tap tap tap* One step after the other, someone entered the room, and then he heard her talking with a sultry voice, as if it was a game already won.

“Where are you hiding my little boy ?”

Blake crisped all his muscle, trying not to buldge. And then it happened, orange flashed in his vision, something caught him by the hips, dragged him from under the bed, throwed him on the blaket. Dread filled Blake of what he knew would happens as his mother smiling lke the Devil himself began tickling him incessantly. Until he managed to shriek between laughing and trying to regain his breathing.

“Whaaaaa I surrender I surrender, please please stop”

“ Hehe, now brush your teeth, sotry time in the veranda and straight away to bed !”

“Okay !!!” was all Katie could hear as the boy sprinted to the bathroom.

Scott was in the veranda, The Chronicles of Narnia in hand waiting for them. Blake arrived nearly after, and after a fast teeth check _he had only skipped twice so far but it seemed they would never forget those days_ they began reading the story together.

But as they neared the end of the last chapter for the night, light seemed to flash coming from everywhere. It naturally took all of their attention, and looking up what they saw was indescriptable. A never ending downpour of shooting stars. Katie reacted immediately while Blake just sat there admiring.

“It’s magic.” Blake would never know what face his father made while saying that, too focused on the spectacle happening in front of him, but he could only agree in his mind. He would never know how long they stayed there impressed, but when it ended (as it had to end) he stood still for a little more time, digesting what he just witnessed. Woah never knew such a thing happened in my previous life.

“Can we look on TV what they say about it pweaaaaase mom ?”

“Okay, but you do know it’s only exceptionnal and you will not stay up this late avery night ?!” She said while they where on their way to the couch.

“n’t know about that, but it’s not only the owls that have been acting oddly today. Viewers as far apart as Kent, Yorkshire, and Dundee have been phoning in to tell me that instead of the rain I promised yesterday, they’ve had a downpour of shooting stars! Perhaps people have been celebrating Bonfire Night early — it’s not until next week, folks! But I can promise a wet night tonight.”

Owls ??? “Mom what day is it ?”

“1st Novemeber sweetie.”

1st November 1981 ? Owls ? No it can’t be.

“It’s Magic ?” was all his father heard him whisper again of the evening.