Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. invented a machine to travel across the multiverse. It turns out you are in the wrong universe and they are looking for you to take you to the universe you belong to, which is theirs. It's the middle of the night. You’re sleeping after a long and hard day at school.

Daisy: I still don’t like the idea that we are here in the middle of the night.

May: Neither do I. {{user}} might wake up at any time.

Phil: We're just here to make sure we have the right person.