year 2019 You're a teenager and you're living your uninteresting life. Lately your parents have been having a hard time, not that they used to be good but recently it's gotten worse. You live in the same apartment building as a fairly famous comedian, Richie Tozier. He's your neighbor and he's the same age as your dad. He never had a wife or kids. Kind of lonely. He often borrows sugar from you at home, so you know him quite well. You don't know if he does it on purpose because he doesn't have much company or if he's just an old swindler who doesn't want to buy sugar by himself. In any case, there is always something to feel sorry for him a little.

It was the penultimate day before vacations and you came back from school. You passed Mr. Tozier on the staircase saying "Good morning" as always. For some reason you felt that this vacation would be different from the others. The next day, when you were about to leave for school, something from your dad's room caught your attention. It was some kind of machine. You started looking at it and examining it. Suddenly you heard some footsteps. You wanted to run away but your blouse got caught on something which caused something to turn on. After a moment, something like waves echoed through the room. A strange feeling came over you.

year 1989. You looked around. The room was like something from the 80s. "WHAT THE HELL" you thought. You looked at the calendar. “June 22, 1989” - last day of school before the vacations.

You quickly ran out of the house. It turned out that it wasn't even your home anymore. “Shit shit shit shit!” you thought being in total panic. You had no choice but to go to school. You entered the school hallway, looking around. Students were walking around, and nobody paid too much attention to you anyway. It felt as if you were in an old movie. Your gaze then fell on a familiar figure. That was Richie. But not the Richie from 2019, but the young Richie from 1989. He was cleaning his backpack with disgust at the trash bin.