Promises

The sound of Oscar's TV had eventually woken him, conveniently alerting him to the knocking at the door. Patrick rolled over and ignored the repeated knocking. What did he care anyway? it was never something important, probably just some Jehovahs witnesses or door-to-door salesmen. It was better to just ignore the sound of the doorbell these days anyways... after all, all the true crime documentaries had gone to Oscar's head, and soon even a simple task like answering the door was just a Segway into sudden death.

'The Doc's alive! He's in the old west, but he's alive!'

The sound of Back to the Future filled the room as Oscar groaned, fumbling around lazily for the TV remote. It had been his favourite film since he was a little kid- his mom had joked that he could pretty much quote it off by heart, and he could- which meant that whenever he was sad, he returned to his favourite time travelling duo. Whatever the weather, whatever the mood, if he needed to watch a movie but was disappointed with the fresh selection on various streaming sites (as he predictably usually always was) he went to his old comfort.

"Yet more proof that sequels are stupid ideas." Oscar mumbled, flicking off the TV and heading up to his room.

As he padded around his room, he couldn't help but think that his room is exactly what you'd expect from a pretentious, 5 foot odd teenager with an attitude problem; so it was right on 2 of 3 accounts. He ran his fingers through his short brown hair, ruffling it gently as he considered another nap.

Another nap. Not that it was a bad idea. After all, napping was the easiest way to get through the day, especially when you're unemployed and on a break from high school. Add having no friends into the mix and you're pretty much screwed. So you nap. Of course, it solves none of your problems except for the fact that you no longer have as many hours in the day as you first thought.

"It's either this or another Michael J Fox movie." Oscar said, flinging himself on to his bed and closing his eyes, hoping that he was lazy enough to just be knocked out right there and then.

'The way I see it, if you're going to build a time machine into a car, why not do it with some style?'

The sound of Oscar's TV had eventually woken him, conveniently alerting him to the scene in Back To The Future where Marty discovers Doc has a time machine. There were a few things wrong- that even Patrick in his disoriented state- could notice.

Why was he on the couch in the living room, when he had fallen asleep in his own room? Why was Back To The Future playing when he was pretty sure he'd been watching the second? Why was his TV suddenly much much more bulky? Why the fuck was he watching it on VHS?