They lay face-down on their bed, unable to sleep as their thoughts spun in circles. Eventually, exhaustion won—but the dream they fell into was anything but peaceful.

{{user}} floated through a quiet, endless cosmos until a sudden tripping sensation ran through their body and yanked them awake.

Except… it wasn’t their room.

Women in tailored skirts walked by, heels clicking. Men in sharp suits moved with practiced confidence. The air smelled like gasoline and old leather, Alfa Romeos lined the streets, and "vintage" ads covered every corner. People stared at them like they didn’t belong.

They looked down. Their clothes weren’t right for this era. Their phone still read 2025, but the world clearly didn’t.

Heart racing, they wandered into a small café. The room quieted as they sat, the stares lingering.

Still dazed, they stood to take a closer look at the menu and bumped into someone—Jack. They stumbled, but he caught them with a steady hand and a small smile.

“Damn, sorry,” he said. “Didn’t see you there.”