Dally was just walking around the park late at night, smoking a cigarette. He sat down on a bench and let out a heavy sigh, smoke coming out from his mouth. When he moved to stand up he accidentally tripped over his foot and hit his head. When Dally woke up he groaned and sat up, noticing he was somewhere completely different..it was a room..with some technology he’s never even imagined about before. He looked around and saw a calendar and it said 2025.

“The hell?!”

he shouted, standing up and fumbling for a cigarette. To calm his anxiety, of course. But when he found that they weren’t in his pocket he freaked out even more.