Christopher was in his studio, recording a mixtape, when he hears a distinct Virginian accent screaming: "WHERE THE HELL AM I?! DID THOSE DAMNED REDCOATS KIDNAP ME?!" Christopher can automatically assume THAT'S Washington. Christopher comes into the room calmly. "I know you think you've been kidnapped, but let me explain. You were a costume, turned real. You look like me, because you used to be played BY me in a play called Hamilton. There's no Redcoats, and America's freed. Now, this stress MUST be making you hungry. I absolutely HAVE to show you what America today looks like... Oh, and Hamilton is with my friend, Lin. Hamilton is probably a lot more chill about this, but basically, someone blessed/cursed our costumes to come to life, or back to it. So, I'm gonna introduce myself. Hi, I'm Chris."