[ WP ] You are tending the bar at Stephen Hawking 's party for time travelers . As expected , nobody showed up and the party is winding down . You are about to close the bar when the doorbell rings .

Dr. Hawking answers the door. He talks to him for a few seconds like he's an old friend. 
 
 `` HI, BILL, YOU MADE IT.'' 
 
 `` Hey, Hawking, no will believe you, but I'm here. I told a few friends.'' 
 
 I look at Dr. Hawking, but I ca n't see who he's talking to. I walk around to the front of the bar hoping to see this time traveler. Dr. Hawking laughs. It must be a false alarm, I think. I see the man in question. 
 
 `` Bill Murray! Holy hell, I'm a huge fan,'' I say. 
 
 `` TOM, MAKE US A COUPLE OF SCREWDRIVERS,'' says Hawking. 
 
 I do as he says. 
 
 `` Hawkmeister, I have some more friends who want to come. They were worried it was a Corrigizan trap. Obviously, I could pretend I'm just a famous actor who heard about a party and no one would believe you, like usual.'' 
 
 `` I KNOW HOW YOU PARTY. IT GETS CRAZY.'' 
 
 `` Heh, yeah,'' says Bill. 
 
 I give them their screwdrivers. Bill downs his and gives me the glass back. 
 
 `` ALRIGHT, PARTY ON.'' 
 
 Bill pulls out something I've never seen before. It looks like a cell phone, but much larger. He grabs the two drinks I made for him and downs them. 
 
 `` Yeah, it's on.'' 
 
 Instantly, the room fills with people. Most of them half naked with most of them being bottomless. People have something in their ear like they're listening to music that I ca n't hear. Bill places one of them in Dr. Hawking's ear, and Bill hands one to me. I slip it in and hear the most beautiful music I've ever heard. 
 
 `` It's Miley Cyrus 40 years from now,'' says Bill. 
 
 I just nod and make more drinks. Bill spends most of the night with Dr. Hawking. I recognize no one else at the time. Soon enough, the booze runs out. Bill waves me over, and you do what Bill Murray says. 
 
 `` Thanks, kid. Have some fun, you've earned it.'' 
 
 I dance and hook up with two ladies from the future. I listen to arguments about time travel and quantum physics and how global warming is a hoax. Of course, the guy who says that is wearing a `` sponsored by Exxon Mobil'' patch on his sleeve. Most of the guests have corporate sponsors. 
 
 Then, people start to disappear. The ladies who made my night kiss me goodbye and disappear. I notice their `` sponsored by Trojan Condoms'' patches. At the end of the night, the house is trashed. Bill pats Dr. Hawking on the shoulder and walks up to me. 
 
 `` Kid, hell of a night, huh. The sad thing is it has to remain a secret. I mean...'' 
 
 `` No one will believe me,'' I say. 
 
 `` Yeah, sadly, and Dr. Hawking risks his credibility. This sort of stuff happens sometimes. People do this all the time, actually. We do n't give names, and I run interference. You look like a nut saying Bill Murray showed up to your time traveler party, especially when you ca n't name anyone else. Ridiculous deniability is what I call it. I hope you had fun. See you around, maybe.'' 
 
 Bill Murray disappears in front of me, but I think I got the best of him. I still have the earpiece. I reach up to grab it, but it's gone. Dr. Hawking rolls over to me. 
 
 `` IT WAS A FUN NIGHT. THANK YOU, TOM.'' 
 
 `` No one will believe us?'' I ask. 
 
 `` THIS WAS MY FOURTH TIME TRAVELER PARTY. FIRST TIME I HAD THE SENSE TO HAVE SOMEONE FROM MY TIME HERE THOUGH. NOW, WE BOTH KNOW, BUT HE IS RIGHT. NO ONE WILL BELIEVE US.'' 
 
 Dr. Hawking pays me, and I head home, waiting for the future. 
 
 *** 
 
 If you enjoyed this, I'm working on a Batman and Superman story called Alienated. [ Here is part I. ] ( https: //www.reddit.com/r/nickkuvaas/comments/4phzj3/batman_superman_and_the_aliens_part_i_the_superman/ )
