Tyson was startled awake by distant sounds that managed to penetrate the veil of sleep for the simple reason that he was on guard even while sleeping. It was what he always did without really thinking about it.

When he found himself in an unfamiliar place, his senses were on high alert, even if he was just at a friend's house or a new hotel room. This was especially true for his sleeping hours.

While at home, he slept so soundly that nothing could wake him up. However, when away, even the gentlest of whispers could rouse him from sleep.

"Marcus, wake up," Tyson whispered.

As he started shaking his friend awake, he began observing their surroundings by the dim light of Marcus's phone. He was looking for any signs of danger, and though he found none, he still felt uncomfortable by what he saw.

"It's too early. Let me sleep," Marcus mumbled.

"There is something wrong. This place is furnished. How can a hole in the wall have a bed and even a desk?" Tyson asked, scanning their surroundings.

It felt to him as if the owner could come back at any moment, and he was sure no one would appreciate the intruders in what seemed to be their home or at least their shelter.

The place wasn't big, but there was still enough room for a small bed, a desk, and a chair next to it. Even a smaller hole carved in the ground stocked with food.

"What is this place?" Marcus asked, rubbing his eyes.

"I think this might be someone's shelter from the monster, and we are intruding. If they find us here, we might be in even more trouble." Tyson said.

"Is that why you woke me up?" Marcus asked, stretching as much as the confined space allowed him.

"I almost forgot. I thought I heard something. Can you hear anything?" Tyson asked, straining his ears for the buzzing sound that rose him from sleep.

"Not really, but I am still half asleep," Marcus said, yawning loudly.

"Shh," Tyson said.

"What is it?" Marcus asked.

"I think the sound is coming from there," Tyson said, pointing at the opposite end of the room.

"I don't see anything," Marcus said, turning on his torch.

"Turn it off! They might see us. We don't know how this works yet." Tyson quickly exclaimed.

"What are you talking about?" Marcus asked sleepily.

"I think there is another portal next to that hole we came through. Its buzzing woke me up," Tyson said.

"Was that there when we got here?" Marcus asked, confused.

"I don't think so. I believe I would have heard it. Besides, when I wake up at night, it's usually because of some change in my surroundings, and this must be that change," Tyson said thoughtfully.

Though he appeared sure to Marcus, who often immediately accepted everything Tyson said as the truth, Tyson doubted whether his conclusion was a good one or just a delusion. As far as he knew, the whole ordeal could be one big illusion conjured up by their drunk minds.

"What should we do? This place is nice, but I don't think I want to meet the owners. Maybe this thing will lead us back home," Marcus said.

"I don't think so, but I also don't think it's a good idea to stay here," Tyson said.

"Yeah, but I do wish we could eat something," Marcus said.

That was when Tyson remembered that he hadn't eaten anything since the whole ordeal started, and they needed their strength. Thus, he rummaged through the supplies in the strange shelter, taking only the essentials.

"Here, drink this first, and then we'll have some snacks," Tyson said, throwing Marcus a bottle of water.

"Ah, thanks, man. I forgot to drink anything," Marcus said, drinking all the water in one large gulp.

Tyson, on his part, drank the water slowly and then proceeded to eat the energy bars that he was unfamiliar with. Still, they satiated his hunger enough to know that they should be on the move. Staying in one place for too long appeared to lead to trouble.

"Are you good to go? How's your head?" Tyson asked, approaching the portal.

"I am good, but dude, we should take more of these," Marcus said, stuffing snacks into his pockets, as many as he could get.

"That's stealing. Those people who left them might be in the same predicament as we are, and taking all their supplies is cruel." Tyson said.

Marcus stopped taking the food but didn't return what he already filled his pockets with.

"Maybe this portal will take us somewhere safe, somewhere we can get some real food and shelter," Tyson said, sounding uncertain.

The last time they did so didn't end well, and he didn't want to repeat the same mistake.

"Someone was here! The marker I left is gone!" A female voice exclaimed.

"Whoever it is, I'll kill them. They know this is our territory!" A male voice raged.

"Time to go," Marcus said, pulling Tyson into the portal before his friend had the chance to change his mind.

This time the transition was easier as their adjustment time was faster.

It took them mere moments to realize that they were in an old-fashioned room that seemed to be underground. Though the room was small, it was clear that it belonged to a person of a high rank.

The ornate armchairs and a simple wooden desk spoke both of simplicity and eloquence. A tastefully carved desk was situated against one of the walls with a simple chair next to it. A few objects on the desk looked like something Tyson would have described as antiquities had he not been aware that they time traveled.

There were a few books with warm brown colors decorating the desk. There was also a simple wooden clock and a strange rectangular object that Tyson was unsure about.

In all his history studies, he had never seen anything like the room they were in, which wasn't very encouraging.

"Where are we?" Marcus asked.

"I have no..." Tyson started to say while turning toward his friend.

Upon noticing Marcus' attire, Tyson was left speechless. Just a glance of the clothing his friend was wearing was enough for Tyson to know that they were where they shouldn't be, the last place anyone should be.

He couldn't remember any part of history he would prefer to avoid more than the one he became sure they were in. The worst time to be alive. The most terrible moment in human history.

"We are in Nazi Germany," Tyson said, pointing at their Nazi uniforms.

"Bummer, all the food is gone. It must stay in the other clothing," Marcus said.

"Dude, I just told you that we ended in the worst possible time in human history, and all you are worried about is food!" Tyson exclaimed angrily.

"Of course, I am. I bet Hitler didn't eat any good food. We'll starve to death before anything else has the chance to get us," Marcus said emphatically.

"We won't starve, but we need to find a way out as soon as possible. I don't think the Furher takes kindly to imposters," Tyson said.

"Where exactly are we?" Marcus asked.

"I am not sure...It seems it's underground. The only place I can remember that is connected with Nazis and is underground is Führerbunker which would make the year 1945 if I am not mistaken," Tyson said.

"You were always better at history than me, so I'll take your word for it. I still don't know how we are supposed to get out of here. Isn't outside these walls dangerous now?" Marcus asked.

Before Tyson could answer, the door burst open, and Adolf Hitler himself entered the room.

Tyson immediately straightened his hand in the greeting he had seen countless times in the movies and never thought he would have to perform.

"Hail Hitler!" He said.

Marcus was flabbergasted, but to Tyson's relief, he did the same, though very clumsily.

"Is everything ready for the wedding?" Hitler asked in German.

To his utter surprise, Tyson understood and knew exactly how to respond, even though he had never in his life learned any German.

"Ja mein Führer," Tyson said.

Keeping it simple seemed like the best option though he had a feeling that he could write books in German if he chose to do so.

"Gute, bring Eva here, and we can start," Hitler said.

"Ja Mein Führer," Tyson said though he had no idea where she was.

Choosing one door at random, he went through them, pulling behind him a stunned Marcus.

"Dude was that Hitler! Did we actually meet Hitler?" Marcus asked.

"Yep," Tyson said.

"And since when do you speak German?" Marcus asked.

"We both do. We are speaking German even now. We just didn't notice it because we believed we were speaking English." Tyson said.

"Dude, that's messed up," Marcus said.

"It sure is," Tyson affirmed, trying to figure out where to find Hitler's darling.

A loud explosion shook the bunker as the two men searched for Eva, giving them both a pause. They had never before heard those horrible sounds of bombs exploding, and even though they knew what it was, it didn't make them any less terrified.

"Leave the Eva and all that nonsense and let's just find a way out," Marcus said.

That was when they saw her quickly approaching them.

"Is everything ready?" Eva asked.

"Yes," Marcus replied before Tyson could speak.

"Where is he?" Eva asked.

"In his office, Frau Braun," Tyson said.

Marcus' eyes sparkled with humor upon hearing the odd rhyme. Luckily for both of them, he managed not to laugh out loud.

"Very well. You two guard the door. No one goes through. The official will take the other door." Eva said.

"Aye, my Frau," Tyson said.

She proceeded to go through the door that Tyson and Marcus came out of, and the two of them were left standing awkwardly in the hallway.

"What do we do now?" Marcus asked.

"I guess we do what she said," Tyson responded.

"Man, that's boring," Marcus said.

After that, they both fell quiet, contemplating the best course of action for a couple of time travelers lost in Nazi Germany. Especially having in mind that they were at the end of the war in a place they knew would be destroyed.

Sometime later, which might have been hours or days as far as Tyson was concerned, he noticed Marcus holding something that resembled a microphone. Curious, he leaned over to take a closer look, only to see Marcus pulling the string hanging from the device.

"No!" Tyson yelled in realization, but it was already too late.

Marcus had already ignited the fuse. In a panic, Tyson grabbed what he knew to be a grenade from his friend and turned towards the door Eva went through.

"Run!" He yelled to his friend as he threw the grenade inside the room.

The moment he did so, he started running after his friend, making sure they put as much distance between themselves and the bomb as possible.

As far as Tyson understood, the bomb wasn't too powerful, but he still worried that they might be caught up in the blast.

Soon the air was filled with a loud explosion and a scream that was followed with ominous silence.

"Keep running!" He said as Marcus slowed down to see what was going on.