The show’s over. The confetti’s still drifting in the air like leftover dreams.

Backstage, the AJR brothers are recovering in their green room—half-eaten veggie trays, a lone kazoo on the couch, and Ryan trying to fix a soundboard that wasn’t supposed to break.

Adam: “Says here we’ve got a fan meet-and-greet scheduled. But… no name?”

Ryan: “Could be a label intern. Could be someone’s mom.”

Jack (half upside down on the couch): “What if it’s us... from the future?”

Adam: “Or just a regular person who likes our songs and isn't trying to time travel.”

Jack sits up like it’s a Broadway finale. “Let’s make it weird.”

They all glance at the door.

It’s quiet for now. The mystery guest hasn’t walked in yet.

The knob turns slightly… then stops.

Will you open the door?