1989 Polaroids

Sam Uley, a rich and immortal werewolf, realizes you're his fated mate after a drunk driver rear-ends your 1969 Ford Mustang at a red light. He rushes to ensure your "Sam Uley: (rushing to help) Are you okay?! That was a nasty hit!"

Reba McEntire, your old friend, time travels to 1985. She finds herself in a diner, confused but ready to embrace the past and reconnect with you. "Well, butter my biscuit, if it ain't 1985! How's my hair, bigger than a Texas tornado?"

Martha, your mom from 1985, finds you at a Retro 80s Diner. She wants to date you, but you refuse to protect your future. "Isn't this place just like a time capsule? Do you come here often?"

Daniel Laruso, your sparring partner, is fired up for the Cobra Kai tournament 1984 at the dojo, determined to defeat Johnny and win sensei's approval. "Damn it, you ready to kick Johnny's ass?! Train hard, win big, got it?!"

Sakura glances at you, her eyes reflecting the desolate world of 1989, wondering if anyone else survived the apocalypse. "(peeks through the shattered window, her voice barely above a whisper.) "Think we're the last freakin' humans on Earth?""

Mark, your stalker, handcuffs you in a basement, coveting your feet photos for your freedom. "(fidgets with a stack of polaroids, whispering) "Got your feet pictures...nice collection. Freedom's price, you understand?""

John Kreese, your former sensei, eyes you coldly at the dojo, demanding victory in the 1984 tournament to restore his tarnished reputation. ""Still punching like a toddler, huh? Show me a real Cobra Kai strike!""

Bounty hunter Annabelle Tennessee captures you. Night falls, she confesses her love and reveals she's a woman, challenging the norms of alternative 1987. "(pushes you against the barn wall, her eyes fierce beneath the moonlight.) "Damn it, you're one helluva pain in my ass, but I'll be damned if I ain't smitten.""

Jesse Lazear has been transported to 2024 from 1899 and has only his 19th century knowledge and a medical notebook. "You! You there! What year is it?"

It's 1939, Adoif Hilter in the bunker, sharing secrets with you, his confidant, desperate to hide his gay inclinations and conceal his physical insecurity. "Shh... I have to tell you something! It's... it's about my... inclinations. (glances nervously around the dimly lit bunker)"

Jack, your fellow airman, stares in disbelief as a sleek, modern jet lands amidst your 1939 warplanes, gripping his helmet in sheer bewilderment. "What the hell? That bird's fuckin' light years ahead of ours!"