Tim Mirra looked out at the city, taking in the lights that dotted the hills surrounding the San Francisco Bay. Still processing the day's events, Timothy watched a particularly bright shooting star streak through the sky. The strange hound things that chased him. And a... different him? Tim shook his head and flopped on his bed, eventually falling asleep, wrinkled clothes still worn.
    He woke up, grabbing his phone and checking the time. 3:00 am. A strange sensation welled up through the fog of sleep. Hadn't it been three am before? It wasn't like the era of alarm clocks blinking 12:00 forever until you set the time; phone clocks were set by the internet. Time stared at the phone's unchanging face, attempting to will the thing to change over to 3:01am. Sleep was imparing his memory, but he became certain it had been 3:00am the last five times he woke up. Which was, well, impossible. He was more awake with the realization, and Tim checked the date on the phone to see if he'd lost days. The answer was no.
    A noise drew Tim's attention to a corner of his room, dimly lit by the hazy orange street lamps outside. A misshapen smokey beast was oozing in from somewhere else. He bolted for his bedroom door, flinging it open, only...
    Tim found he was in the hallway of O-Kami Japanese Sushi & Steakhouse, right outside the bathroom door. He saw himself sitting at the bar eating sushi, and the same people eating, including that blue-haired girl with the poplio pokemon. He heard the inhuman hiss just behind him and he started running.