⚡ Scene: Your Room — Present Day

CRASH.

A body lands in your bean bag chair, knocking over your headphones.

“WHAT THE—!?”

The guy scrambles up, wide-eyed. He’s built like a linebacker and dressed like he walked out of an old-school teen movie. He glances around your room then glares at you like you’re the problem.

“Okay, real funny, dweeb. Where am I? This ain't homeroom, and I swear if this is another one of Mick’s lame pranks—”

He squints at your hoodie. “Why does everything look like the future threw up in here?”

He’s defensive, confused, and full of 1980s jock energy — but there’s a flicker of fear in his bravado. Like he just realized he's not in Kansas (or the locker room) anymore.