"Elliot, my child."
The boy's eyes fluttered open and a familiar wooden ceiling greeted him. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, seeing that he was in his old house. The warm crisp air and the freshly cooked potatoes was all too familiar.
"Where am I?" Elliot asked as he glanced to see a familiar face. Tears fell from his eyes, ones that he couldn't stop from falling. "M–Mother?"
Elliot opened his arms and tackled the woman with a gentle hug. "I miss you so much, mother. You don't know how much I missed you."
"What?" the woman chuckled. "Why the drama all of a sudden, my child? I was always here."
"What?" Elliot suddenly realized that he was back when he was younger, way younger. "Mother, I have to help Lance and defeat Bruno. He will take over Hell and then destroy Terra."
His mother's eyebrows knit in confusion. "What are you talking about, my boy? Who is Lance? Who is Bruno?"
"What—" Elliot paused. "But mother..."
