[ OT ] Sunday Free Write : Happy Holidays Edition !

No Man's Land was covered in snow, just as it should've been. Christmas Day was upon the trenches, and two lines of soldiers met in the middle. 
 
 William Alford climbed over the top of the trenches, and began to celebrate Christmas 1914 with the rest of the troops, German, British or whoever else was there. 
 
 A game of football broke out, and William told the Jerries and Alleymans about his girl back home. It was night when they split off, wondering about what would happen next. William was beginning to descend back into the trenches when he slipped on the ladder and fell. 
 
 He expected to fall on his face, his helmet would fall off from the frosted hard mud and his comrades would laugh and pick him up. But there was no impact, no mud, no laughter. Everything went silent and black. 
 
 Before he knew it, the soldier found himself falling down a deep dark void, no light from the night sky above, and no illuminated ground below. 
 
 He screamed, and screamed until his throat went sore, and flailed his arms around until they fatigued. He tired himself out, searching for some way to go out of this mess. 
 
 *But it's Christmas! Why is it happening to me? * His mind screamed. Eventually, sleep would befall him as he descended into eternity, and nothingness at the same time. 
 
 *** 
 
 When he awoke, he was still falling, but he finally hit something hard. Yet, his impact was soft, as if he had finally arrived at his destination from the ladder. But it was n't mud, it was some sort of... wood? Metal? A combination? When he raised his head, it was white, and he looked up. The room was bright, and his eyes squinted to adjust. 
 
 This was no heaven, nor was it hell. There were several desks with children behind them, most of them shocked at something. There were so many things that William could not register, other than their faces. There were so many foreign ones and yet they looked so... beautiful? And they were all scared, but of what? 
 
 Then William realized it was *him*. He looked down and felt his face all over. He was still himself, no changes, but what about him was so frightening? 
 
 He took a step forward, and suddenly everyone took action. Some screamed and ran away, while others ran towards him, restraining him and bringing him down. 
 
 *What's going on? Why is this happening to me? Why must I be so unfortunate? * 
 
 William's head hit the ground, his helmet softening the impact. His field of vision turned from the bright ceiling to the wall behind him, where he could see what was written on the black space. 
 
 *December 23, 2016. Wait, that ca n't be right. That's... * 
 
 Indeed, William had traveled a century into the future. 
 
 *It was Christmas... I swear it was Christmas... * William thought, as he lay on the ground, held in place.
