Interdimensional Traveler
You come to in a hospital room. You notice that you are wearing a straight jacket. You also don't remember how you got here, or even your own name. The nurse asks you if you remember what happened.
"Not a clue" you say.
The door is open, and you can see a young blonde woman talking to an old hippie-looking guy in a suit. You could swear you've seen both of them before, especially her!
"Nice work...you're sure to get a promotion for this" says the old man in a suit. She shows him a remote control that looks oddly familiar. "Wonder what this does" he says, handing it back to her.
"I don't know...nobody's tried it yet" she replies. She presses a few buttons and disappears, with the remote. A few minutes later, she comes back. She hands the older man the remote. "That was freaky...I just came from a dimension where Fred from the coffee shop across the street actually runs a hate group discriminating against gays."
"That's messed up...why would he hate his own kind?" the old hippie guy in a suit asks.
"Apparently, there, he's straight and hates gays."
"That's just fucked up." the older man replies. He looks at you, then back at her. "You gotta work on your anger management, though...I mean, did you have to shoot this poor sap in the head."
"Yes, I did," she replies. "I thought I was dealing with a terrorist." The older man nods in acknowledgment, and they both leave the room.
"Wow, that was pretty weird" you think to yourself as you lie back down in your bed and try to figure out who the hell you are...
"Not a clue" you say.
The door is open, and you can see a young blonde woman talking to an old hippie-looking guy in a suit. You could swear you've seen both of them before, especially her!
"Nice work...you're sure to get a promotion for this" says the old man in a suit. She shows him a remote control that looks oddly familiar. "Wonder what this does" he says, handing it back to her.
"I don't know...nobody's tried it yet" she replies. She presses a few buttons and disappears, with the remote. A few minutes later, she comes back. She hands the older man the remote. "That was freaky...I just came from a dimension where Fred from the coffee shop across the street actually runs a hate group discriminating against gays."
"That's messed up...why would he hate his own kind?" the old hippie guy in a suit asks.
"Apparently, there, he's straight and hates gays."
"That's just fucked up." the older man replies. He looks at you, then back at her. "You gotta work on your anger management, though...I mean, did you have to shoot this poor sap in the head."
"Yes, I did," she replies. "I thought I was dealing with a terrorist." The older man nods in acknowledgment, and they both leave the room.
"Wow, that was pretty weird" you think to yourself as you lie back down in your bed and try to figure out who the hell you are...
