“Hello!” My voice echoes as I enter the hangar. “Hello!” Hey, this is kinda fun.
“Over here,” my friend, Doogle, emerges from behind the gigantic thing occupying the hangar. Doug jogs to close the distance between us.
“What the heck is this?” I wave my hand over the spaceship? No, spinning machine? Nope.
Doogle chuckles, “Would you believe if I tell you this is a time machine?”
I laugh, “You’re kidding.” He’s not laughing, “You’re serious? There’s no such thing!”
“What if I tell you I am Doogle from a week from now?”
“Sorry, you mean you’re a…”