Detective Macca

Hope for the Future (Part 2)

Constable Lenny: So...how are we going to figure out how we got here? It's not like we can go back.

Inspector Harrison: Well, obviously we can go forward. Maybe we can go back.

Detective Macca: We'll get to that later. Right now, I want everyone to say what they did before they got to the studio that day. Constable Lenny, you start.

Private Investigator Starr: Guys-

Detective Macca: It's not your time, Private Investigator Starr. You'll get your turn.

Constable Lenny: Ok:

I grumbled as I got out of my bed. As always, I wanted to sleep in, but no, Eppy wanted us to get to the studio early. I quickly greet Cynthia and Julian, ate some cornflakes, and skimmed over the newspaper, and oh boy, it was crazy. I didn't want to leave Cyn with all the work around the house, but I had no choice. I kissed her goodbye, heading out the door. Some fans were waiting outside. Usually I could fulfill their desires, but there was way too many of them. I ran into an open phone booth to hide. From there, I was safe to go to the studio, and it's a blur after that...

Detective Macca: Alright. I guess I'll go next:

Private Investigator Starr: *mumbles* We don't have to do this, y'know...

I woke up to Martha licking my face, something she often does to wake me up. I don't mind. I combed my hair and drank a cup downstairs. Martha barked at me, signaling to the clock. I was late.
I put on my coat and hat to hide from raging fans, just barely making the bus. I stopped at a phone booth, forced to hide from fans behind me. I finally made it to the studio, having a smoke, and I heard someone speak before I went into some kind of dream...

Constable Lenny: Wow. You went into a phone booth too?

Detective Macca: It might have been a different one. I didn't see you there. Anyway, Inspector Harrison, what happened to you?

I get ready for the day. I prepare fast so I have plenty of time to eat breakfast, packing some spare jelly babies and biscuits to get me through the rest of the day. I walk out, thinking I could arrive early, until multiple girls stop me, demanding all sorts of things. I have no choice but to run, hiding in a phone booth. I could have sworn I saw you lads next to me. I did manage to get to the studio first, but I felt rather sick...

Detective Macca: Hmm...I'm sensing a theme here...

Private Investigator Starr: That's because-

Constable Lenny: Maybe the fans had something to do with it?

Private Investigator Starr: Wrong theme, guys-

Inspector Harrison: Did they get violent? I wouldn't expect that-

Private Investigator Starr: WOULD YOU ALL PLEASE JUST LISTEN TO ME FOR ONE SECOND?!

Detective Macca: Oh, right. Sorry, Private Investigator Starr. What's your story?

Private Investigator Starr: I have no story. I have the answer:

You all are looking at the wrong theme. The phone booths are what caused this. I was there. We all were in the same one. There was some kind of gas in there, and none of us noticed until we got to the studio. It knocked us out, and somehow, we woke up in the future.

Detective Macca: That's...strange. But I guess it's our only answer, so I'll go with it. Now, how do we get out of here?

Private Investigator Starr: That I don't know.

Constable Lenny: So we're stuck here forever? NOOOOOOO!

Me: No. No you're not. I'm getting you out of here.

Detective Macca: Yay!

Inspector Harrison: You have a time machine?

Me: Sure do. I built it in Backwards Traveler.

Constable Lenny: Backwards Traveler?

Detective Macca: Foreshadowing a future story...

Me: Yeah. I'll explain that later. But for now, let's go back to better times...

Detective Macca: Love?

Me: Yes?

Detective Macca: You need a fab detective name like us.

Me: I know. Hopefully one day I'll get one.