“Here goes nothing” you say, because that’s what people say when they are about to do something stupid, but it always winds up okay. (Or so MJ Fox wants you to believe)

Right as you began to turn the H valve, Furboa jumps into the tub. “I want a moustache, too!”

The tub rumbles and you vaguely hear Fuzzywig yelling “No, don’t! The very fabric of the world could be damaged by your...”

Then...

It’s quiet.

“HOLY CRAPPERS! That was so awesome!”

I mean other than Furboa it was quiet.

You and Furboa are in some weird bathroom. Everything is dirty and dust colored. You lok down to see that your hands have pruned up from being in the water -119 years. You open and close them a few times, trying to wake up your fingers.

“Aaaaaaahhhh! It’s a raisin monster! It’s got your hands! Run!” Furboa races across the room and out the door.

“Wait, Furboa! GODDAMMT!”

You’re all alone in 1886 in sitting in a bathtub and you just remembered (again) that you’re sitting in the exact spot a gross naked man just was.

“Ew!”

What do you do now?