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Summer break.
Year 1991.
It was a normal day in the Cooper household.
George and Mary were flirting like the teenagers in love they once had been; they were always affectionate after their once-a-week. Then they heard shouting that came from the garage.
- Don't touch it, Missy! Let me go, Georgie! Don't you push that button!
After hearing their youngest son's command, they reluctantly walked to the origin of the noises.
- Alright, what the hell is going on here?
- Language!
- You didn't mind that language last night, Mare.
- George!
- Umm...we're still here.- Missy said.
- You guys are gross!- Georgie added.
- We're gross but we're still your parents. Georgie, put your brother down right now. You two stop bothering Sheldon and don't touch his science stuff, you know how much he hates it.
Georgie put a moody Sheldon down and started his way back to his room. Missy, on the other hand, pretended to be leaving but then she turned back and pressed the big red button of the device hard.
Before George or Mary could scold her, a bright white light blinded all of them.
Next thing they know, the five of them are in a different place.
Not in their garage, but in a living room. An apartment's living room. There was a TV, a brown couch and a white armchair, next to a regular dark chair.
There were people there too.
Eleven people, actually.
Seven grown ups and four kids.
An Asian guy wearing a knitted vest.
A tiny blonde woman with a little boy in her lap.
A short man with hair like the Beatles. He protectively put an arm in front of the lady with the kid at the same time he reached a young girl who was playing on the floor and pulled her close to him.
A blonde woman in a red sweater next to a short guy with glasses and holding a toddler who looked a lot like the man who was probably his father.
A woman with short hair in a navy blue dress who approached a tall guy who had a baby boy in his arms.
They all looked as shocked as the Cooper family.
- Guys, look...
Georgie pointed a calendar in the wall.
It had "December 2021" written on it.
- You brought us to the fucking future, you freak!
- Wa-WAIT. Let him talk. How do we come back?
- We can't...that's why I was going to destroy it. YOU HAD TO PUSH IT, MISSY!
The next few minutes, the twins had a huge fight about whose fault was that their family was trapped thirty years in the future. Shelson had made the time machine, but Missy had been the one who pushed the button. It was a dead end.
Meanwhile, George was staring at the group of people who were from the actual future.
A certain person caught his attention.
It was the man with one arm holding a baby boy tightly to his chest and the other arm was around the girl with the blue dress' hip.
He was tall and thin.
Had short dark hair and was starting to grow a beard.
He was dressed in a red plaid shirt and black jeans and shoes.
He looked like George's dad when he was young.
It took a while before the realization of who he was hit George.
The oldest Cooper gently shook Mary's shoulder.
As soon as she looked at the guy her husband was staring at, her eyes widened.
The twin's argument came to an end immediately when their father looked at one of the people from the future and said:
- Hey, Sheldon.
- Hey, Dad. Ho-Ho-How are you doing?