There are kids in this world who are different, special.

They fell through a portal and got lost in the 80s.

And now their time is running out.

Let us out. Let us out!

I may not know how to pronounce my name, but I'm pretty sure I don't belong in the slammer

just for trying to rescue my love.

Mind cutting that out?

Some of us are trying to sleep.

Geez, even in 1989, you're an awful roommate. How can you sleep out of time like this? I was hoping I'd wake up and realize this whole thing has been a dream. No such luck, it seems. Trapped in a German jail it is. With you. What is your problem with me anyway? Oh, let's not get into that so early in the morning. Why did you stick around?

If I annoy you so much. Because she left you. What? You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

You already told me I'm a time traveler. What could be weirder than that? You really want to know what we are to each other?

Got nothing better to do.

Okay, fine.

I'm your mother.

My mother, even though you seem to be younger than me.

Look, it's hard to explain.

Timey, why me and all that?

Point is, I grow up.

I have a daughter.

She is you.

But you seem to hate me.

As only a mother can, dear.

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