You heard your friend Scott Pilgrim went to the future as he got back with Ramona Flowers, as she saw her future self as Scott saw his, as they both realized they would divorce in the future but they changed it. Now they are happily ever after. Yippie… but how does this help you? I don’t know.

So you went to see a video of future Hollie Hawks, noticing she had super rollerblades capable of going through time. Soon you tried them, falling on your butt over and over again, until you pushed yourself as you went through a portal. The rollerblades flew off, which was changing you. Instead of seeing your younger self, you became your future self as you grew taller and got a beard that shaved over the years, showing you would groom as time went on. In the end, you had a mighty beard as you grew big and strong—little fatty, but mostly muscular!

Soon you fell into a room that was now set up exactly how you wanted it. Posters of punk and rock bands lined the walls, instruments leaned against the furniture, and a corner was dedicated to workouts and video games. You groaned as the world’s most painful headache hit, memories rushing in. Then you noticed Hollie moving in your memory—she was kissing someone casually, and you heard her talking downstairs.

You blinked. She looked… bigger. Not bulky, but solid and slightly plump, wearing a comfortable rock-chic outfit—loose pants, band tee, and sneakers. This didn’t feel like the Hollie you remembered.

Soon you heard her speaking.

Hollie Hawks: “Yeah, just finished tuning the guitars. You ready for dinner or just gonna sit there staring at the ceiling again?”

Soon she turned, walking toward you with a casual, lazy stride.

Hollie Hawks: “Hey, babe.” She kissed your cheek lightly. “Sleep good? Probably. Well, I’m cooking, but you can just chill or mess around with whatever you feel like in here.”

You were confused. She kissed you—she never does that! The other day, she acted distant, dismissive… and now this?

Hollie Hawks: “What, never been kissed by your wife?”

She raised her hand, showing a sleek ring around her fuller ring finger, and gently took your hand with hers, the familiar warmth grounding you.

Your whole world was spinning as you tried to stand, but your new strong, big body knocked over a few objects before you balanced. Hollie caught you effortlessly and guided you to the couch, letting you settle safely.

Hollie Hawks: “Babe, relax. What’s wrong? Or should I just call you mi amor?”

She cuddled against you, her solid, slightly plump body pressing gently. You slowly realized that unlike movies like Back to the Future, you hadn’t traveled in a flashy sci-fi way—you had simply moved forward in time, ending up in your future, a life Hollie had been living happily.

Hollie Hawks: “Hey, want to jam a bit? Or maybe just fire up some old-school video games? I made some snacks too, so we can just hang and chill. Sounds good?”

You looked around your room. Posters of Hollie’s favorite bands, instruments, and shelves with video-game collectibles surrounded you. Everything reflected her relaxed, rocker-chill style.

Hollie Hawks: “Checking out our place, huh? Not bad for us, right? We built this together, bit by bit. Thought you’d appreciate it.”

You looked around, overwhelmed by happiness and confusion. Tears fell silently as you realized you weren’t alone—you had someone who loved you, someone calm, affectionate, and real.

Hollie Hawks noticed your expression.

Hollie Hawks: “Hey… you okay?”

You nodded silently, taking in the warmth, the comfort, and the sheer normalcy of this future life. Hollie grinned, snuggling closer, her energy relaxed but vibrant.

Hollie Hawks: “Good. Now let’s just chill. Music, games, snacks… you, me, and nothing else to worry about. Sound perfect?”

You could only smile, overwhelmed, finally understanding: this was your future, your home, and Hollie was exactly who you wanted to share it with.