William, or as people often called him, Bill, had been one of the older members of the rescue team, having helped mainly with supplies, and organization rather than actually running out to save people. He always argued that he wasn’t too old to do things, that he didn’t need to sit down and rest, etc, etc.<br/><br/>He had been a damn soldier, he didn’t need no pampering from the young’uns. It was bad enough that he was stuck here, 79 years in the future, and of course, in the very place where his own grandson called home. Of course, this meant that he had survived the war and have children with his darling Kathleen. He couldn’t tell anyone this, no need to look like some crazy old man now.<br/><br/>So, as the years slowly crept by, William tried his hardest to fix his compass, to return to his own time, and live out his days like everyone else.<br/><br/>He had been sent home when the storm had began to brew, and much to his insistent arguing, had left. William did have one reason to actually listen for once, he had finally found the last piece he needed! A shipment had come in, carting some exotic items, at least to the people who lived on the island. Among the jewelry, and pottery had been a few smaller, more delicate items, one of which, he had been hunting down for some time now.<br/><br/>Thus, when William returned to his small home, he had put the kettle on and set to work repairing his compass.