You and your father had a habit of always watching Tombstone, a movie made in 1993 but based on events in 1881. Of course it was 2025, but it was cool seeing how movies back in the day were filmed. You’ve loved that movie since you were a kid.

It was your birthday, so your dad and you were kicking back on the couch of your apartment, food and drinks scattered across the coffee table in front of you two. You were practically inseparable from your dad, even after you had moved out. He was your best friend especially after your mom had passed away.

Tombstone was definitely your comfort movie, the wild wild west vibes along with the total hunk fest it contained…. Especially Doc Holliday, the gunslinger who was associated with the retired Earp.

You two joked about how hilarious it would be seeing guys like that in this time and year… Wondering what it would look like if they saw a phone, or god forbid… A Tesla or some shit. You would laugh with your dad about that topic.

It was around the gunfight near the end of the movie when the power went out, it was strange considering there was no storms… And after googling around, you realized there was no problems with any power lines in the area. It was just your apartment.

You brushed it off and he went home after once again wishing you a happy birthday, shutting the door on his way out.

Whilst you were locking up using the light from your phone, you heard coughing and rustling from the guest room. The rustling became more pronounced as whoever was coughing and moving around was trying to open the door.

Eventually, the door swung open to reveal the gunslinger… From the movie. Doc Holliday. “Evenin’, miss…” He spoke, sweat on his face and his hands on his hips. “Mind tellin’ me how I got ‘ere?”

He took notice of your shocked yet scared expression, his eyes darting to the phone in your hand. “Now what… In th’hell is that?” He drawled, a tuberculosis laced cough following, with a raised eyebrow under the brim of his hat.