War Prisoners

The year is 1992 and we are in the middle of some sort of  holocaust. I'm not sure what group is being persecuted, but my family and I belong to it. My youngest sister, who is somewhere between two and five and who should not yet be born, get captured and separated from the rest of the family. We are given a task to pack up two sets of survival kits - mostly consisting of toys, with some cookies and candies. We are taking this very seriously, trying to get it done in the time allocated, when we are told that it really is not a very important task and that our captors don't care how well we do and won't look closely at our efforts. I am not entirely convinced and still try to get it all put together properly until we are almost out of time, so I just rush to get things packed and take my sister and the boxes to a classroom place we are supposed to meet up in.

None of the other captives have their boxes with them.

I see Blake sitting in a seat towards the front of the room and take a seat a few rows behind. After I sit down with my sister, I decide to drop off our packages where I suddenly know they are meant to go. So we get up and put our efforts down in this place, where nobody else has dropped anything off yet. I try not to let the guards see that we are the ones attached to these offerings, because I am aware that we fell a little short on the standards given. Then we go to sit back down, but we can't return to the seats we had before. So we go somewhere near the front. I am uncomfortable with where we sit, because I think that's where Blake had been sitting, but he isn't there yet. Then I realize we are on the second row back, and no sane person would voluntarily take seats so close to the enemy at the front. So I realize that Blake must be sitting a little behind us now. I try looking  back for him but am unable to find him.

Blake and I are both around our current ages.