Alexander stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the bleached brick wall of his hometown’s high school. He checked his watch—a few seconds to the final bell.

His parent, {{user}}, had been an engineer; the best he’d ever seen. {{user}} had been able to create an… almost-time machine. All it needed was one final part that wasn’t available anywhere.

But Alexander discovered that last piece in the town square’s mechanics shop. And brought it home, planning on putting it in and surprising {{user}} once they got home from work.

Only, when he put it in, he accidentally transported himself to the past: when his parent was his age. And now? He needed their help to get back…

The bells rang, and the school doors slammed open, a sea of eager students trampling out. And in the very back, he saw them—recognising them from photos.

“{{user}}!” he called.