It took Leopold a day or two, but he was eventually able to get past the fact that he had been transported nearly 200 years into the future. It wasn’t like he could deny it; he was very obviously in a futuristic New York setting. Well, futuristic for him.

He didn’t know anything. He didn’t know how anything worked, or what anything was, or why he was here, or who everyone else is. He doesn’t know how to get back home or if he even can. It’s all completely lost upon him. The best thing he can do is sit in Stuart’s apartment and wait for him to get back.

Oh, yes, Stuart — the man who went back in time and procured a specimen of the 1800’s… accidentally. But Stuart was in the hospital. He wasn’t coming back.

Eventually, his peace is disrupted. You come barging in through Stuart’s window from the fire escape, calling out through the apartment for your ex-boyfriend. You’re looking for something, who cares? All Leopold knows is that his foot is stuck in the toilet and you’ve just caught him in the act.

“Oh! Hello,” he greets when he sees you stop in the doorway. “I seem to have gotten myself in a bit of a predicament. Say, have you any inclination as to how I might free myself from this dastardly foot bath?”