A'ight. So, Kate and that hunk of man that just kinda freaked would have a hard time doing this, so I'm just gonna be my brutally honest self and lay it out for you.
You died, bro.
For real. You saved your kids from a fire or some shit like that, then carked it due to smoke inhalation.
Kate showed up here all alone, so my wives and I took her in. She's been a daughter to me ever since. The dude up there? That's your son, bruh. Kevin. Just much older than you remember. Timelines are funky as shit here, man. There's a guy running around here that's Kate's son. And he's older than she is here.
Your best bet is to just accept it all. Don't think too hard about any of this weird shit. Just know your 'handsome in a 70s porn star kinda way' self just got a second chance at life.
I'm Rachelle. I own a sports bar in the city, if you need a drink or two to process all this.