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[ A » Action; 918 Bilko Boulevard (Morning) ]

[ Jeez it felt like days since Marty last slept. He probably could get away with sleeping all the way until the afternoon but a part of him was pushing him to at least pry one eye open. The last thing he remembers was taking the DeLorean back home with the Doc but everything else is just one huge blur in his head. Chalk it up to getting your atoms scrambled on a near constant basis. Maybe that's what he needed, sleep it off a little more. That subconscious of his seems to have the right idea, it really does feel like he's sleeping on a full size mattress fit for two.

Yeah... just a few more minutes.

But as he shifts from beneath the comforters, something feels kind of off. His eyes finally flutter open that this...is definitely not his bed. Now that reality has caught his attention, his eyes are now wide open and shoots up from bed. ]

[ B » Action; Bilko Boulevard ]

[ Okay so Mayfield, right? Now he just needs to get a date on this place. The newspaper was able to tell him that much but the full year is scratched off. Great. Nineteen fifty-what? Every page he flips, the printed year appears to be nonexistent. Like something purposefully redacted it from the print. Nah, it can't be right. He just needs to get his hands on a better copy. If you're up and about enjoying your daily routine, don't be alarmed if there's a kid near your front yard, opening your trash bins for old newspapers. ]

[ C » Action; Downtown Area ]

[ Well... here we go again. You're probably one of the newer residents, maybe even a pro-Mayfield veteran. Who cares! Marty sure as hell can't tell. So whoever you are, there's a wild Marty from behind yelling-- ]

Excuse me!

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C

[onepointtwentyonewatts]

[Emmett is just scrolling around Mayfield, he has some school books under one arm and mumbling nonesene jibberish to himself. However - the 'excuse me' graps his attention. He turns around] Yes?

[outtatime]

[ Wait that's-- No way.

No way. ]

Emmett?! What are you doing here?

[onepointtwentyonewatts]

[Staring. Staring at you forever stranger]

Do I know you? [Look of confusion before the wide eyed look] Why whatever else is doing here. Minding their own business before winding up in another universe of Earth shattering proportions! [Not even five seconds in and he's babbling some kind of 'nonsense' talk]

[outtatime]

[ For a second there, Emmett, you were starting to sound like your old self. ]

Emmett what are talking about? It's me Mart-- [ I meeaan ] Harry Callahan! Remember? You thought I was from the Patent Office and we worked on that Rocket-Powered Drill of yours!

[onepointtwentyonewatts]

Mister Callahan, I believe the question is what are you talking - [He GASPS and drops his books] How'd you know about my Rockt Powered Drill. I never - No one came from the patent office to speak to me about my - Thought? [His hand is now on his forehead and tries to stabilze his mind on what exactly is going on here]

I'm afriad I have no idea what you're talking about Mr. Callahan.

C - Downtown

[ooeeooahah]

Yes?

[outtatime]

Yeah. [ Hopefully this time, he didn't call out to another pod-person. What did they call them? Drones? Those guys. ]

Can you tell me where's here? I'm sorta new to town but I forgot what state...?

[ooeeooahah]

Sorry hon - we haven't figured that out yet, spatially or temporally.

[ She smiles at him, sympathetically. ] You just got here this morning?

[outtatime]

Yeah but- [ He looks up at her in confusion. ] How do you know?

C: Downtown

[silver_reign]

-Dynamo paused in his step and turned to look down to see who was addressing him. Oh goodie, another little human thing.-

Problem?

[outtatime]

This might sound a little strange but you wouldn't happened to stumble on a car that looks like it's from the future? Gray paint job? Black shutters on the back?

[silver_reign]

... From the future? Well I can only assume you're from Earth and not some other far off galaxy.

[outtatime]

Well, yeah. Isn't the rest of townspeople here human too? I mean, not including the drones. What's they're deal anyway? They're like straight off a bad 50's horror movie.

C

[kingofhero]

[He'll stop, turning around even though he's not sure if the call was for him. It sounded like a call for help, at any rate.]

Hi there!

[outtatime]

Hey [ He scratches the back of his head. ] I just got into town but I kind of... lost all of my stuff on the way here. You wouldn't happen to know what 'they' did with it?

[kingofhero]

You definitely lost it? Or was it already gone when you first woke up here?

[And that makes quite a difference. As it stands, he definitely seems genuinely concerned over Marty's predicament, even taking out a small pad of paper.]

[outtatime]

Umm... both? You see, I woke up in this house and none of my things were there. I know it sounds really crazy but that's how it happened!

C

[extraordinarily]

What do you want?

[Haruhi will basically glare at Marty. You better not be boring.]

[outtatime]

You wouldn't happen to have seen a strange looking car around here, would you? About as wide as that car [ He points at one of vehicles parked near them. ] only gray and looks like it doesn't belong in this decade.

[extraordinarily]

I haven't.

[There's a slight pause, as she realizes something.]

You're new, right? If the car you're talking about is missing, that's because this town took it. Oh, and you won't be getting it anytime soon.

[outtatime]

I what-? [ He was about nod but then the stark realization hits him sooner than you can say 'Mayfield Milk Farms'. ]

Wait, let me get this straight- [ He looks confused about this. ] you're telling me that this town took my stuff?

B

[truffulacide]

[this is the worst thing to wake up to, the absolute worst.]

I think there's some leftover lasagna from last night in here. Y'know, just in case you wanted to smell really bad.

[yep, have a Once-ler staring at you from the porch, sitting on the steps with his hands folded neatly in his lap like watching a kid rolling around in trash is the most fascinating thing ever.]

[outtatime]

Gah-!

[ Marty slams the lid down faster than he realizes. Now he has garbage juice spritzed all over his shirt and under his face. Yep, can't get any better than this. ]

Ughh- Ahh look! It's not what you think! I was just looking for a newspaper!

[truffulacide]

[uh-huh, sure. that's what they all say.]

Then you should just keep digging because I threw yesterday's copy out before dinner. Pretty sure I did.

[ugh, what a mess. watching this guy roll around in filth isn't as funny as it should be so, in an effort to minimize embarrassment all around, Once-ler gets up and walks down the steps. he stops to pick up today's paper, still wrapped in the rubber band, and tosses it over to Marty.]

- I'd get closer, but I don't wanna have to take another bath!

[outtatime]

Trust me, I wouldn't either.

[ Whatever, he'll gladly take that newspaper from the Once-ler. Finally! There is some light at the end of this dark, dirty tunnel.

...And then Marty releases the band from the newspaper and reads it. ]

Hey, what gives?!