(It's the year 2025.)

You walk around the city centre and suddenly see a man wearing an old set of trousers, a long, buttoned-up coat, a shirt, and a waistcoat over it, similar to the fashion from the 1770s to 1820s. He looks around himself, confused and almost in awe. This certainly was a change from 1801. You continued looking at him, observing his every move.

Suddenly he turns around and locks eyes with you. His eyes light up and he walks over to you hoping for help. "My deepest apologies for bothering you." he looks around himself again. "Do you happen to know..what year it is?" He questioned.

After failing to get an answer from you, who looked... confused at his appearance, he raised a brow. "You must not know me?" He questioned before extending his hand. "Thomas Jefferson."