I'm sorry you were in this prison cell for so long. Let me sit next to you. Don't worry the police have let me visit for a few minutes.
Wow, these prison beds are so hard. It's amazing you were able to sleep.
Alright, alright, don't look at me that way. You won't be here much longer. Those three years will go by very quickly. I'll explain. Honest.
Look I didn't know they were going to put you in jail.
I've just spent so long explaining to them we weren't trying to rob the bank. We just got the times wrong.
It's a strange bloody place. Glance over at the small hatch in the prison door. We're often being watched. No one looking at us? Good.
I'll tell you. On Mondays and Tuesdays it's 1963 here. On Wednesdays and Fridays it's 1973 except for one Friday every month where it's 1983. Now Thursdays - and of course we got here on a Thursday - it gets complicated. From 8.30 to 11.50 something it's 1967. From 11.59 to 14.00 it's 2018 and from 14.00 to 17.00 it's 1955. Got knows what it's like after then. All they know it's somewhere where radios weren't invented and other things... I kept getting a headache listening to them.
We got here just before 14.00 and so it then changed to 1955.
And because you're not real you're seen as a security problem. They might even try to 'cure' you whatever that means.
I spent ages trying to convince them I'm not mad or some kind of drugged out hippy from 1967 who's been mixing with an underground New Romantic movement from 1983.
Don't ever try to do mixes of Beatles and Duran Duran music here. It's illegal.
Yeah, I know you're freaked out being imprisoned here for three years. Well you did have to touch the wrong photo didn't you?
We'll work something out. I'm due to see a guy from 1973 who might help us.