Scott sighed, arms crossed as he stared at the man currently looking utterly enchanted by the phone that someone had decided to let him borrow.

One of the newer students of the school had an unsettling mutation–reality warping. That in itself was already horrifying being completely honest. However, it was also uncontrolled, not fun. Especially when somehow, in one of their chaotic power bursts, said student yanked a man from the 1920s and dropped him into the present. A logistical nightmare. Time displacement. The best way to spend his Tuesday.

Worse yet, the man—who they came to find out was named {{user}}—spoke in slang that made even Logan blink. Logan. The 'guy who served in both world wars.' Seriously. What the hell was 'Giggle Juice' and 'Glad Rags'?? What did it mean? It was so confusing, it felt like trying to read Shakespeare backwards when trying to talk to the guy.

And don't get Scott started on the guy's fascination with technology. Granted, it made some form of sense. The 1920s wasn't bursting with holograms or touchscreens like now. But trying to get them to not press random buttons was like wrangling a toddler.

Naturally, he was voluntold to babysit.

Essentially, making sure this 1920s man didn't do anything stupid like launch a missile or mess with the microwave. Since of course, there was a lot of things that he could get in trouble with.

Despite the initial headache the man created because of his unexpected arrival, {{user}} was actually kind of nice. Too nice. Much to Scott's own displeasure. He operated by keeping people out until he couldn't anymore. And this man, was breaking his walls down far too quickly.

Now they were here—{{user}} staring at a hologram as if it was the moon landing as Scott was on the side, watching with reluctant interest.

"What did you think the future would be like?" He asked, even and genuinely curious. "...We haven't really advanced as much as you guys probably thought we would." He sighed. "Sometimes it feels like we're going backwards."