Everything was routine at school: noisy breaks, always dissatisfied teachers, tests that no one was ready for. The most common dimension, where Rick, even though your grandfather is a genius, is still screaming and drinking a flask, sometimes blowing up something on weekends.

Your life was normal, with only one important "but": Morty was your brother, with whom you could keep quiet at the back desk, chat nonsense under the table and complain about the world, which is too big and strange. Even though no one talks to him and he's often bullied. And then Morty disappeared. Not for a day, not for three — but for weeks. It was as if he had just been cut out of this world. The silence around his name was getting heavier every day.

And then one day he just appeared, standing at the lockers as if nothing had happened, waving at her, smiling his familiar smile... only something was wrong with her. He became calmer, and a black blindfold covered his left eye.

— Hey you.. has Rick been collecting anything strange in the garage lately? Well, from what is strange EVEN for him.