Ah, the '90s—the disco era was over, but Hollywood still thrived on cocaine and broken dreams.
Green eyes blinked slowly as John Fox woke up in his small bed, his head pounding with pain, and a soft groan escaped his lips.
"Damn, why is my brain hurting so bad?" he murmured, rubbing his head. He tried to get up but stumbled as he left the bed.
'Hm? I haven't seen this poster in years,' he thought, noticing a poster on the wall.
It was a Buffy the vampire slayer poster, not the tv show, but the movie. He watched with his best friend Logan in 1992. He had lost it when he was evicted.
"Brother! Are you awake? I made pancakes! I mean… I tried." A female voice sounded behind the door, and John froze. That voice…
"It can't be…"
Forgetting his headache, he quickly opened the door. His body stiffened, and his eyes filled with tears as he faced the source of the voice.
"I think they're okay, at least they look fine! I swear I didn't mix up the salt and sugar this time, and I even added honey on top, so they can't be that bad… Can I stay home today? Or better yet, can I come with you to the set? School is sooo boring…"
Clarice's voice rambled on about why school was a waste of time, but John didn't care. His sister was right there! He could see her one more time. What the hell? He could touch her! How was this even possible?
"C-Clarice…!"
He didn't care how; decades had passed since he heard his little sister's voice! Without hesitation, John threw his arms around Clarice holding her tightly.
"Eh?! What's going on? Are you okay?" Clarice asked, confused by her brother's behavior.
"It's nothing… I just missed you," John murmured, still unable to believe he was hugging his sister after so long.
If he were dead, it didn't matter—just being able to hug her was worth it.
"Ew, get off! You're acting weird!" Clarice exclaimed, trying to push him away.
"Heh… You haven't changed a bit," John said, stepping back after a moment, smiling to his sister.
"Let's see what kind of toxic food you've cooked this time," he finally said, messing her hair with his hand..
John didn't know what had happened or why he seemed to be in the past, but he knew he wouldn't waste this chance to be with his sister again.