The Traveller

Woke up with the usual chaotic hair and bleary stare and had a vision. I'm going to muss up my clothes a little and hide in the bushes on campus, and when someone comes by I'm going to stumble out and grab them by the arm and hiss, "what time is it, man?!?" And when they tell me, I'm going to get this REALLY urgent look on my face and demand "No, you fool! What YEAR?" And then when they tell me, I'll stagger back with relief, then run off, exclaiming "thank God! I'm back! The machine worked!"

That should really make their whole day.