'If I were to wake up from a dream of bloodshed and war, then I would be angry because I did not get to finish, then again, that is the comment of many women to their girlfriends when their partners fail to do their duty....' - Jacob Peralta

Jake Peralta had felt it all, he had felt the searing pain all again, he had remembered all too much. Had his wounds reopened? Had he stressed himself too much? Where was he!? He tried sitting up but the pain was too much and he found that he could only see out of one eye, this was...hell, this was just hell in the form of his worst nightmare. 

"You've been out quite the well Jake, my name is Doctor Euron Talbot. I'm here to assist you in what you've missed, a letter was requested that it be given to you once you woke. You've been in a coma for a year sir, your friends in the Eldian Resistance have waited for your response."

Jake eyed the doctor with a critical eye, considering that he only had one, for now, this was the best that he could do and now he felt more at a fucking disadvantage. He had been one of the world's greatest detectives, people comparing him to the likes of Sherlock Holmes, he remembered that moment.

He had changed his middle name to Jacob 'Sherlock' Peralta and had quickly reverted it back, it was short-lived. Now here he was, with a doctor looking him over like had been shocked back to life, Jake wondered what had happened...the last he remembered was...waking up and talking to Levi, no! That wasn't it!

He had been attacking the Marley and the bomb had gone off...yeah! Armin Arlert and his planned detonated bombs, they always went off with a bit of a bang and this was no different, only he had been the one to be pulled back like a doll. 

"Wait, sir, what do you mean? What's been going? I'm afraid you have me quite lost..."

It was only now that Jake realized, he hadn't shaved or cut his hair in a while, he looked so different as he saw himself in a mirror next to his side. He had stubble and his hair had reached down enough to graze against his shoulders, a fringe covered his right eye, the one working eye.

"It's been quite the year Jake, you've missed a lot. The Foundation has been pushed out and many of their forces are retreating into different territories, trying to keep up a losing fight...Erwin Smith died during the Battle for New York, he named you his successor of the resistance and until now, Hange Zoe has been leading the movement."

Jake nodded, wondering what had gone wrong for the war to be continuing and for the fact that the doctor had said Resistance...

"Only Eren Yeager and his Yeagerists have risen up, wishing to claim the lost territory of New York under the banner of his own movement, with the support of his wife and best friends, Mikasa Ackerman and...Armin Arlert."

With that, Jake had been crushed, it had been like the death of the King and with his chosen successor not there to succeed, shit had gone downhill...Hange was not leadership material and this proved it.

"Call them, all of them here Doctor, it's time that we had a meeting and this time, I will make it clear that I am back and intend to crush the Yeagerists. This will not stand and I will strike them down!"

Jake's eyes had gone dark, he wanted to stomp the bastards down...only he never asked any questions pertaining to his dreams, still his thoughts were clear...just what had those dreams been about? Why had they come to him in a Coma?