Having grown up with someone like Jake Portman, I've grown up preparing for anything. Well, almost. So how did I, an outcast from 2016, land up back in the year 1943? How did I, hotheaded and blunt, meet a boy from 1943, who was just as temperamental as I was, or even more so? How did I fall for him? Even that, was beyond me. We were as different as the sky and the earth. As far away, never meeting, never seeing on the same level. But even on days, the sky cries, and its tears reach the earth. Then, perhaps, the sky and the earth meet.