"Ah, parting is such sweet sorrow. I miss Mangle already.", I tell Ethan as we emerge from the portal. "Hah, we just saw her, like 5 seconds ago… wait, how long into the future have we traveled? And why are you quoting Shakespeare?", Ethan asks me. "Well… let's see… we came from the year 1987, and if this is 1993… oh, I'd say about 6 years.", I contemplate aloud. "You didn't answer my question about Shakespeare.", he reminds me. "Oh, yes, my mortal counterpart is related to Shakespeare.", I tell him, but Ethan sees a newspaper and looks at it. "HELP WANTED: Two security guards needed to work the night shift at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.", Ethan reads aloud. He turns to me. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?", Ethan asks me with a grin on his face. "Yep. Let's go and apply for the night shift!", I exclaim. A few hours later, we are told that we're hired. Me and Ethan high five!
