It was a classroom with a scene he could only recognize from history books; children cowering beneath their misaligned desks, hands clasped over their skulls, books left half-open or with cracked spines from being tipped onto the ground in panic. Something seems off-being 12-years-old seems wrong and the school seems wrong and hell, the the world seems wrong and everything is out of place. But more importantly, the room is shaking and he recognizes the distant sound of rockets. He pushes away from his desk with his chair sent rearing backwards, and he's sprinting (not away, but towards; something pulls him to the skies) before he can find his voice to tell everyone else this is no way to fight a bomb.
The door to the rooftop is unbarred, and outside world is darker than he expects. He's up the wire fence set around the perimeter before his skin realizes that it's forgotten its calluses and that rust is none-too-gentle, eyes wide as he watches the war waging in the sky. There are entire mobile suit squadrons clashing, and strange, shining ones that zoom in and out of each skirmish. Explosions and bombshells have set the clouds an unreal shade of red, but he's entranced. Where others would be mortified, he's in love-- the force that makes his knuckles white isn’t horror, no, it’s envy.
I belong up there.
Slowly, the lucky ones scatter in one piece and the rest as debris, and there are only two left. He can name them as though they’ve been branded above all his other memories: a Flag, and a Gundam. Gundam.
He blinks and he's an adult again before he can open his eyes all the way, but who and where and what's going on eludes him. The sky clears to a familiar, vibrant blue; there's a hastily-formed jet cloud, but otherwise, spotless. It phases to what has to be the recesses of space and all its stars, and the fence, the roof, the school, everything else vanishes without warning. The stars fizzle, popping out of existence, and it only gets darker. He waits and counts down the constellations: centaurus. Crux. Canes Venitici.
Virgo.