Part One (633 KB) - Whoa is (Not)

Eyes widening in shock, Marty bolted out of bed and flicked on the bedside lamp, only to see that there
was, indeed, a sheep standing next to his bed.
The sheep blinked at him. "Baaaaaa."
Marty fell out of his bed, dragging the covers with him to the ground.
"Don't panic," Marty told himself, quoting wise advice from The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. He
edged slowly away from the sheep. He had no idea what it was doing in his bedroom, and neither did
he have any idea as to why there were suddenly sheep in Hill Valley, but all that wasn’t exactly very
important at the moment.
"Baaaaaaaaaa."
"Uh... nice sheep, good sheep..."
"Baaaaaaaaaa"
"That's a nice sheep now... NO DON'T TOUCH THA... that's it... move away, sheep... good sheep...
nice shee... AAAAAAH!"
Marty felt something pull him... and the next thing he knew, he was falling through blackness. Iridescent
lights started blinking about him, adding only to his disorientation. And still Marty kept on falling, and
falling, until a growing round circle of bright light appeared in the distance and he fell through it, landing
with a rolling thump on the floor below.
"Ow."
Dazed, the teen tried to lift his head to get some idea of his bearings. He was in a small square room
that had some sort of strange black equipment humming quietly on one side of the whitewashed walls.
A protrusion of sorts jutted out one end of the ceiling, and at the opposite wall was a wooden door. It
was near this door that another person lay, looking just as confused if not more so than him. Neo. He
recognised him from the movie.
Turning his head slightly, Marty then noticed the third person in the room: a slightly older version of
himself who'd been staring at him all the while, a mixture of shock and disbelief on his face.
Something clicked into place... and somehow, Marty knew...
"Frank"
The guy just stared back, got slowly to his feet, and then made a panicked dash for the door. It opened
suddenly... and Frank skidded aside, colliding with the wall to avoid a collision with the door.
Eurasian, and aged perhaps in his mid-thirties, the man who stepped in wore an amused smile on his
face that was just short of smug. He appeared to be holding something behind his back that none of the
three in the room could see.
Frank was almost hyperventilating, though he tried to hide it. "What's going on here" he croaked,
unsuccessfully attempting to sound more controlled than he felt.
The man grinned somewhat condescendingly at him as he shut the door. "You're really scared now,
aren't you, Frank”
Something told Frank that the issue of how the man knew his name wasn't exactly very important at the
moment. He swallowed, trying to regain some form of his composure.
"Just tell me what…” – Frank took a breath – “…is going on here."
Leaning casually against the door, the man surveyed the other two occupants of the room and gave
another smile. "Frank, Marty, Neo... welcome. To the real world."
CONTINUED IN PART TWO