Jason Starch was an all American boy. He loved sports, the latest music, kept up with girls. You know, the usual. He lived in an all American house. White, picket fence, with the 2004 new, Ford model in the driveway. His mother was the stay at home, all American mom, while his father was the businessman, still having time for the family. All American.

One day, as Jason was walking home from school, he heard something overhead. He looked up to see what it was, and saw something weird in the sky. A ripple of some sort, like the sky was ripping apart. He ran home, ton the safety of his all American home.

"Mom! Dad! Did you see what's going on in the sky?!" he asked. But no one was home. He walked up the stairs of the two story, and into his parent's room.

"Mom? Dad?" he asked to no one. "Weird," he said, as he walked downstairs, and into the kitchen.

As he passed the stove, that, ripple, happened again. Only this time it was in his house. It seemed that the very fabric holding his home together was breaking, threatening to crash to the ground. He began to get very scared, and ran out the back door. He circled to t he front of the house, and ran across the street, to his best friend, Richies house. He banged on the door.

"Rich! Richie! Are you there!? RICHIE!!!!" he screamed. As his scream left his mouth, it created another ripple in his surroundings. Only this time, it all seemed to fade away, and he was alone, naked, and before him lay a bloody battlefield. He fell to his knees, and began to cry.

"Mom! Dad! What's happening!?!?!?" Then the battlefield flashed away and he was behind the crack house. Someone handed him a bong and he took a hit. Reality hit him like a train, and he remembered who he was, and what he was doing. He remembered his past. He knew there was no white picket fence, or a mom or dad to go home to. He remembered what he was. He felt a tear come to his eye, and brushed it away. He took another hit.