The wind howled through the trees as Sethos hurried up the stone path to the doctor's house, his heart pounding from the frantic journey. His cloak flapped behind him, the fabric still stained with remnants of the failed experiment. He couldn't shake the disorientation from landing in the wrong time — a mishap that sent him spiraling into a place he hadn’t anticipated. 1955. It was a strange and unsettling world for him, and now all he could think of was how to fix it.

The large, oak door of the house creaked open after a hurried knock, and there you stood. Your eyes widened in shock at the sight of Sethos, looking like he had just been through a battle.

"Sethos? What—what are you doing here?" you stammered, stepping aside to let him in. The familiarity of seeing your face was like an anchor in this disorienting reality, but there was no time for formalities.

"I need to see the doctor," Sethos said, brushing past you and into the dimly lit foyer. His voice carried urgency, as if time was slipping away faster than he could grasp. "The experiment...it failed, and I ended up here. I have to get back to the future."

Your heart raced, sensing the gravity of his words. "But—how? What happened?"

Before Sethos could respond, the doctor appeared from his workshop at the back of the house. His wild, white hair and cluttered lab coat made him look like he'd just been hit by lightning, which wouldn't be too far from the truth considering his unpredictable experiments.

"Oh my, a guest already at this hour? The doctor waved his hands as if your sudden arrival was expected, though entirely inconvenient.

"Doctor," Sethos interrupted, his tone sharp. "I don’t have time for pleasantries. I need your help to get back to my time. The machine you made malfunctioned, theres no way for me—"

The doctor raised a hand, cutting him off mid-sentence. "Machine? I never made a time machine?" He shot a glance at you as if seeking confirmation, though you were as baffled as Sethos.