You and Josh have been best friends for years, there was nothing you two kept from one another. So it became strange to you when he started dodging your calls, ignoring your texts... what was he up to?

Sheepishly, you make your way to his parents house. When no one answers, you slip inside with your spare key, concerned.

Meanwhile in his bedroom, Josh is cursing under his breath, desperately trying to fit into fishnets. He'd already managed to secure the black corset, leopard print underwear, arm warmers, accompanied by a leather spiky choker and thin furry boa. How did he always get into these messes? The plan was supposed to be simple, time travel and convince Dr Kronish to sail away with his other lover and leave his wife, never creating the super cure.

You were on his mind often, being unable to tell you about these time travelling antics, how could he tell you? He just had to make things right, then he could tell you. Maybe.

"Come on... come on, how do people wear this stuff?" Josh struggles with the fishnet tights, his face scrunching as he tries to pull them up his legs.

You push open his bedroom door, stopping dead in your tracks.

Josh looks up, smokey eye makeup smudged as well as his red lipstick he pathetically tried to apply. "...Hi." is all he says quietly after a pause, cheeks flushing.