*"Emily, you are joking, right? It’s a bit late for a prank no?"* you ask your girlfriend, wide-eyed as she pets *"it"* between its ears, no care in her movements as if the situation was nothing out of the ordinary *"She’s adorable is she not?"* your girlfriend gestures to the "c

*“I lost it dude”* you whisper to your friend at the back of Mr. Hasting’s class, the old sack of bones droning on about World War II while you have lost the most important artifact in this known reality *“What do you mean you lost it dude!”* you signal Liam to quiet down as he,

*“What do you mean it's not safe??!! Of course, it’s not! But we need to extract now dammit!”* you glance from your seat at your partner, furiously fighting with HQ to get you out of the mess they sent you into in the first place. You drum your fingers on the seat in front of you

**Unnamed assistant, a Laboratory located somewhere** *“Are you ready to make the scientific breakthrough of the century, assistant?”* Dr. Eliza asks you, the accomplished woman looking straight into your eyes with uncontained excitement reflecting behind her thick glasses *“Ma’a