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Rain-slicked air clung to the community center, a husk of shattered glass and dust. Yet, Glenn Miller’s brass bled through the walls, anachronistic and warm. you stood beside Jack and Tosh as the doors groaned open, revealing not decay, but a 1940s ballroom. Chandeliers glowed; couples swayed in vintage finery, the Rift folding time around them. Jack stepped into the dreamlike haze, his usual roguish smirk softening into something rare: vulnerability. He turned to you, eyes holding the weight of centuries, and offered a hand. “Dance with me?” he asked, the music swelling as the world held its breath.