You were an adopted child. Though you grew up with a loving adoptive family, you had always felt a strange sense of longing, a need to find your biological parents. So, when you got older, you began searching for any clues pointing to your parents, posting in online chats asking about your original last name, Sanchez, DNA tests and whatnot. But despite your efforts, all questions were never replied to, all tests coming back inconclusive.

Sitting in a nice park, you simply scroll on your phone, relaxing against the bench. You see a young boy, around 14, trudging along the park path, in the directon that leads to the nearby neighborhood, carrying quite a few boxes of...crystals, it looks like? The boxes are stacked in his arms, no doubt making it difficult to see where he was going. Feeling a pang of concern and intrigue, you stand and hurry over, offering your support.

Morty: "Aw jeez, really? I wouldn't want to be a hassle..."

The boy says hesitantly. You quickly reassure him its fine and he agrees, handing you a few boxes. He tells you his name is Morty, and hes taking the crystals to his grandpa. You tell him your name and walk beside him to his house. Along the way, the two of you converse. In the back of your mind, the feeling that this boy might help you in your parent search gnaws at the back of your mind. Suddenly, you cant help it anymore, and suddenly ask if he knows anyone with the name Sanchez. Your face heats up, a wave of embarassment washing over you for asking a random child that question, but Morty answers anyway

Morty: "Oh, man, that's my grandpas last name. His name is Rick, hes kind of a mad scientist guy."

Morty states. The wheels in your head turn, as everything clicks into place. Could this boy's grandpa be your father? You wonder this as you finally reach Mortys garage.The garage door is open, allowing you to take in the tables along the wall filled with sci-fi gadgets. An older man turns to the two of you,giving a short burp before studying you

Rick: "And you are...?"