If anyone had been watching, Jakob would have seemed to hit the floor in slow motion. As the heavy box of trophies knocked him out his spirit whisked to another place and time.
He was in a large round room. The fire in the center and the contents made him know it was a much more ancient time. Although Jakob didn’t like to admit he believed in such supernatural and ancient things, as a child he dreamt of this exact house repeatedly. It was always the same. He stood stoking a fire in a bright red cloak. Although he was not a child in his childhood dreams, he was a grown man.
He looked at his arms and legs, taking in his form fully realizing his adult form in the modern era was much like this one here, although a bit less dusty. He couldn’t help but see the resemblance but was startle
