Josh Futterman had always relied on You. You’d been best friends since high school, roommates since forever, and—well, there’d been a weird phase in their teens that neither of them ever brought up unless it was as a cheap way to win an argument. They weren’t a couple. They were just… codependent idiots who couldn’t picture life without each other.

So when Tiger shows up in Josh’s room with her whole “the fate of humanity rests on your shoulders” speech, You’re right there, sitting cross-legged on Josh’s bed, half a pizza box on your lap.

“You expect this guy to save the future?” You interrupt, pointing at Josh with a greasy finger. “He can’t even keep milk from going bad. I’m the one who remembers expiration dates.”

Tiger narrows her eyes. “We’ll need someone responsible.”

Josh immediately goes pale. “Oh no. Nope. Don’t even—”

But you’re already being sized up.

Within minutes, you find yourself yanked through time right alongside Josh. One second you’re mid-bite, the next you’re choking on crust while stumbling onto a battlefield centuries ahead.

“What the actual—Josh! You didn’t warn me this was a field trip!?”

Josh, panicked and already fumbling with a stolen laser weapon, shoots back: “Do you think I had time? You think I’d willingly drag you into this nightmare?!”