⇒ marty mcfly

[Let's see here, camera check 1-2-3... Okay. Cool. At least the future phone works.

Have +1 teenaged boy whose face is a little too close to the lens. His eyes squint at the camera.]

Alright.

[Marty claps his hands together and backs away from the camera, getting a shot of his small and quite vacant dorm room.]

Everything looking good over there, little guy?

[There is a happy yelp from the Trubbish behind the camera.]

Okay, gonna' need a name for you. Can't be calling you 'little guy' for long. Bare with me here. You too, Scrags.

[A tiny Scraggy pads into the shot as he nods at the teenager.]

It is a...Sunday. April 14th. And-- I've got nothing. I don't know how I got here or where am I. I've got a trashbag with eyes.

[The trubbish cries]

Sorry! Didn't mean it like that. I'm sure the pension here is best thing in town but this gig is not my thing. I'd ask about resigning but those guys told me I'm out past curfew.

[He winces.]

I'm on curfew...