The war is over and he is seeing sunlight for the first time in what must be months, and someone is staring down at him tearfully where he lays on the ground. He frowns. Familiar it may be, but he can not for the life of him give a name to the face above his, or recall what they once meant to him. All he knows is that his name is Jackson, he is twenty three, and he would rob the stars for- who?