"The start of the stone age, or rather, the paleolithic age, is millions of years ago before BC, and it ended around 10,000 BC. Medieval times started 470 or so AD. So more or less millions of years are needed to get to that time." Vaciva says.

"That's amazing, Vaciva. Good work. Anything else to add?" I ask.

"Wait, wait, wait. Hold on." Tamer interrupts. "How do I not know that? How do you know that? We're all Zookeepers. We didn't go to college." Tamer says, scratching his head.

"No, no. Pretty sure, we were History Majors in our past life. How else would I know these things? I know it in my memories, in our memories." Vaciva says.

"We're not Historians. We fought in World War II. After the war, we started a vegetable farm, fruits farm, and a garden of flowers and orchards. We had our own shop." Dryad said.

"Dryad's right for the most part. We were a soldier. We were deployed in the middle east to deter hostile insurgents. After that we retired and got a job as a combat specialist." King says.

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"You're all wrong. Those are just daydreams of a highschooler. We're an entrepreneurship student in highschool. Our hobby is whatever someone does in the internet. Play, Watch, Read, Masturbate, and repeat." Arthur says as Aquarius shakes his head.

"We are Zookeepers, guys. Tamer's right." Aquarius says.

"Yeah!" Tamer cheers, facing Aquarius.

"We take care of aquatic animals and turtles, and amphibians." Aquarius adds.

"Nooo! We take care of Lions, Gazelles. Mammals and the land animals!" Tamer exclaims.

"Guys! Stop! Arthur's correct! We're highschoolers! I don't remember is, but last I remember regarding our past life, is getting on a bus in a field trip." Michael says, shouting to stop everyone.

"See? I remember the same thing Michael is saying!" Arthur adds.

"No. I remember that too." Dryad says. "But I distinctly remember living as a Veteran."

"Same here as well, I remember getting on a bus." King says.

"DItto." Tamer says.

"Hold on. What if... We're all right?" I say. "For some reason, I believe all of you. I remember taking care of animals, plants, shooting a gun, I also remember playing video games cooped up in my room."

"You don't mean..." Vaciva and the others face me, their expressions showing uncertainty.

"Maybe... We're not just one person." I say.