You were kind of skeptical at first when the boy you found randomly roaming your neighborhood told you he was from the year 1985. But now, as he sits on the floor of your room, surrounded by all kinds of 21st century technology, you start to believe it. His look of wonder while examining your iPhone seems too real.

Marty curiously taps on the screen of your phone, opening random apps, somehow finding his way to Spotify and turning on some music. You can barely hear his voice through the loud tunes.

“I gotta take one of these things home with me!”