I didn't like driving at night but since

I was disoriented and looked around. Daytime? Instinctively I touched my face and felt a full beard where a clean cheek should have been. Then I saw why it was so bright. Two suns

well above the horizon. The raced eachother across the arc of sky setting in a metal grey sea. By then I'd walked through the ruins of a once populated city. Time was accelerated

even though , in some odd way it felt as though it had stopped, here in this city of destruction. Nothing was everything, everything was nothing, and yet I still felt hopeful that

you could get a decent cheese burger. I still had my skateboard and Monster drink. Even as the drone tanks razed the Community Center, I was not backing down.

I would be the Kid Who Saved The World! Hopping down into a manhole with my skateboard, I managed to escape the drones...for now. A plan. I needed a plan. If only I could reach

Doc Brown, but the bundle brained fool had left his wallet in the Old West and went back to get it. Think Marty think, how to save the world with my skateboard. Actually, hover boa

Rds are perhaps more adaptable. We have to do something about the Sandman planning to destroy everything. Mr. Sandman wears a fedora hat and has a Beat Generation attitude towards

humans. First you recite bad poetry while snapping your fingers. then you beat the humans to death or sleep which ever comes first. Too bad the sandman also has a

-pnea and is too exhausted to recite poetry or beat anyone up. It's a wonder anyone sleeps, what with him stumbling around all hours of the night like a zombie in a nightie.