"This isn't good, Michael. Your sales have dropped by over eighty percent. You need to come up with another one of your miracle hits in one week, or this record company will drop you. Now get out of my office." Michael stood out of the chair and walked to the door of Bill's office - and paused.

"I know that this record company means a lot to you, Bill. And I know that the money I bring in is valuable to you. So I know that you won't just get rid of me like that." And with that, Michael left the room.

As Michael walked out of the record building, his friend, Sarah. Came up to him.

"Is it true, Mick? Do we really need to use it again?" Michael stopped in his tracks. He thought back to last time they used the machine. But, Bill was right. He needed to come up with another hit, and fast. Otherwise, he could be forgotten. Forever. Michael knew what needed to be done.

"Yes. Tonight, we'll open the TARDIS I stole.".

That night, in the corner of an old warehouse on the riverbanks, stood Michael and Sarah. Next to them was a blue box, apparently called a Police Public Call Booth. Michael snapped his fingers, and the door opened. The two walked into the surprisingly large interior, and Michael spoke:

"Right, where to now?" Michael asked.

"1980's? They had some good music then." Replied Sarah

"Sounds good. Let's go!".

And with a flip of the lever, the box faded, with them in it.

They landed in an alleyway, early morning. Michael climbed out of the cylinder, and walked to the end of the alley, where a paper stand was. He picked out a copy of the New York Times, and looked at the datestamp: 16 February 1980. But the headline caught his attention: Prince Tickets Sold Out. After a skim, he found out that a concert was scheduled for 8 in the evening that day.

"C'mon," He said to Sarah.

"Where are we going?"

"The grand Hyatt Hotel. Where prince is currently staying."

"Don't you hate him?"

"I do, but I don't know why. I think time got messed up - memories from the future." And with that, Michael ran into the time machine, with Sarah curiously following.

"What time are we going to now?" she asked.

"Not when - where." Then he flipped a lever, entered something on a keyboard, and they disappeared. When they appeared, they found themselves in a penthouse suite, many floors up. Suddenly, they heard a shout from behind them:

"Freeze!" They turned around, almost happily, in time to see the person they were looking for, Prince - but he was holding a pistol to their heads.

"Let me into your time machine. Now!" He said.

"Why should I let you?" Michael replied.

"I want to get in there, because me from the future got in there and told me to say to me to get in there, and if I don't get in there, then the me from the future would have never come to tell me to get in the time machine, meaning we won't be having this conversation right now, creating a paradox."

Sarah's face morphed into one of confusion.

"Huh?" She said. But she knew what might happen. If the conversation never happened, the this version of herself would have never existed. Erased from time.

"Fine. I know. It has to be done." Michael said.

"But mark my words, if I ever come across you ever again, in time and space, I will go back and stop you from ever being born. Paradox or not."

And with that, Prince walked into the time machine, shut the door and flipped a lever, fading, leaving Michael and Sarah behind in the penthouse.

"That's it, Sarah." Michael said, as the time machine made it's sound.

"That's the last time you will ever hear the sound of the universe.".