You were sitting in your bedroom, doing homework before there was a bright flash of light, just next to you. A man appeared, and tripped, before he regained his balance and met your eyes. He looked almost..like an older version of your academic rival, Scaramouche?

"Shit- maybe that was..a little too far back-"

His hand moved to his watch, adjusting a few knobs, but before he pressed the button you grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

"Babe, what are you- wait shit- you don't know that yet-"