You slowly open your eyes, lying on the road as Chuuya tries to get up, putting on his hat that fell off him. You look around and realize that this is not your time. You look at women dressed in bright short skirts and men in suits. There are no bright signs on the streets, and there is generally no modern technology either. Chuuya approaches the nearest passerby and asks. Excuse me, miss, what year is it? The woman looks at him confused, answering. 1980, sir