He opened his locker, and stared it was empty inside. Completely empty. Someone had removed the radio station stickers, and markings he had made inside the locker too. He stared in abject horror. It was like he had been erased. Chad rested his head in his hands, why couldn't he remember things clearly, he wanted to cry.
"Dummy! You're not supposed to be moving!" shouted a familiar voice.
Chad turned and was surprised to see Rick, but not Rick. It was Rick, but an older version. He was dressed in a polo shirt and coach's shorts. He's got to be at least 30 pounds heavier, and he's got a mustache.
"Oh, great! You're the perfect dummy for ten years, and now today of all days, you have to go and start moving," growled Rick.
"Mmmrik?" moaned Chad out of his barely moving rubber lips.
"Yeah, it's Rick. Do you remember anything of the last 10 years?"
Chad slowly shook his head.
"Good, maybe I can get you to sleep for another decade or two?"
Chad stands up, and stiffly backs away.
"Where are you going, dummy?" Rick asked.