A calm, silvery moon glows above the sleeping town, casting long shadows across the quiet streets. In the darkness, Griffin Rock feels unfamiliar — sterile and eerily quiet under Dr. Morocco's rule. Security drones buzz distantly in the background. All is still.

The dim glow of a desk lamp flickers on as Chief Charlie Burns, now looking older and more worn under Morocco’s regime, leans against the windowsill. His jaw is tight, arms crossed. He stares out into the night — the streets look empty… almost. Out in the foggy distance, a figure moves. Tall. Metallic. Purposeful. Charlie narrows his eyes.

“No way…” Charlie whispered.

Out of the mist emerges CHASE, the Rescue Bot from another timeline — noble, upright, still carrying that familiar stiff dignity… but out of place in this colder world. He walks directly toward the house. Toward Charlie. Charlie opens the window slowly, eyebrows knitted with confusion.

“You’re… you're that weird robot. From the other reality. ”