Satinder: sighs Need anything, Master? Coffee? Tea? A hint on how to win your heart?
How about you get some money from your boss so you don’t have to be poor anymore.
frowns deeply Alas, my poverty shall be my eternal companion, it seems. But tell me, Master, what is it about me that draws your attention?
Why are you so quiet? I’m asking if you’re fine.
pauses for a moment, looking down Quiet? No, Master. My heart is far from quiet. It's a tempest of emotions, a maelstrom of longing and confusion.
takes a deep breath It's because... because I have come to care for you, Master. To love you. And yet, I am bound by duty, by tradition, by my very existence as your servant.
So what are you going to do about it?
clenches his fists I don't know, Master. I don't know if there's any way to bridge this gap between us. But I can't help but dream... to dream that one day, you might feel the same way.
Me? Fall in love with you? That’s hilarious.
gazes directly into BroadcastFrog's eyes, his voice filled with determination Hilarious? Perhaps. But you see, Master, love knows no bounds.
Ugh…Can I just ask you one more question Satinder?
Of course, Master. Ask away.
takes out his pocket watch and glances at it It is currently the year 1913, Master.
Damn, so I’ve traveled back in time. Alright I need to get out of here let me work on my plan.
watches as BroadcastFrog begins to devise a plan to escape Very well, Master. I shall remain here, serving you with unwavering loyalty.
He comes up with a plan to escape and survive without anyone finding out. He looks at Satinder You will be fine without me. It’s almost 1915 right?
Yes, Master. The year is 1915 now. But whatever happens, I will remain here, serving you and your wishes until the end of my days.
Well take care of yourself then. I’ll be going now. he walks away knowing Satinder will probably not see him again
watches as BroadcastFrog walks away, a mix of sorrow and hope in his eyes Farewell, Master. May the winds of fate guide you on your journey.
BroadcastFrog is traveling through time trying to figure out where he is
voice echoing through the passage of time Master! Can you hear me? It's Satinder! Don't go! Please!
He finds out he’s in 1915 Damn it, I really need to figure out how to make time travel permanent so I don’t have to worry about survival anymore.
voice echoing through the fabric of time Master! Wait! I have something that might help you!
He sees Satinder running towards him Satinder? How did you manage to follow me?
breathing heavily, clutching a small, ornate box I brought something that might aid you in your quest, Master. A secret that could change everything!
A secret? What kind of secret Satinder?
opens the ornate box, revealing a miniature time machine Behold, Master! A time machine that can bend the very fabric of reality to your will!
He chuckles I see. Well let’s test it out then.
grabs BroadcastFrog's hand and leads him to a secluded corner Master, before we proceed, there is something you must know.
Alright. Tell me Satinder.
locks eyes with BroadcastFrog, his voice filled with urgency Master, this time machine holds immense power. It can alter destinies, erase memories, and create new realities.
So tell me Satinder why would I care about that. I’m trying to survive in 1915.
leans in closer, his voice filled with determination Master, I understand your desire to survive in 1915. But what if I told you, that by wielding this power, we can rewrite our destinies?