You hear a polite knock on the door . The closet door .

Tap tap tap. 
 
 It was driving Franklin mad. 
 
 Tap tap tap. 
 
 He had already checked the front door twice and was always met with nothing but air. 
 
 Tap tap tap. 
 
 Was this incessant knocking just a product of his imagination? Was he slowly descending into madness? 
 
 Tap tap tap. 
 
 For no apparent reason, other than the figurative wires finally connecting in his brain, Franklin finally realized the knocking was coming from the closet door. 
 
 Loaded with trepidation and fear, he slowly shuffled toward his single closet in his one bedroom, one bathroom apartment. If could have been a wild animal, infected with rabies, waiting to pounce on his and sink its claws deep within his flesh. 
 
 Or it could have been a homeless man who broke in and somehow managed to trap himself in Franklin's closet. He's read about this happening to some woman in Japan. 
 
 As he gripped his moist, clammy hands around the golden doorknob, the knocking ceased. For Franklin, the loud, rhythmic thumping of his heart had replaced the knocks. 
 
 With a deep breath, he tightened his grip, turned the knob, and whipped open the closet door. 
 
 Out popped an old, crotchety man with a hunched back, donning a pair of aviation goggles. 
 
 `` Franklin K. Thurmond! You must come with me... to the future!'' 
 
 The old man slithered his arms around Franklin's, beckoning him to make the trek forward. Franklin tore his arms away in protest. 
 
 `` Whoa! Old man! I do n't know who the hell you are and what the hell you were doing in my closet, but you need to get the fuck out before I call the cops.'' 
 
 `` You do n't recognize me, Franklin?'' 
 
 `` Hell no, Old Man!'' 
 
 `` Franklin, it's me. No, I'm sorry, it's YOU. It's YOU FROM THE FUTURE!'' 
 
 ``... What?'' 
 
 `` There's no time, we have to go through this vortex before it weakens and I'm stuck in this lame-ass era with no Super Internet.'' 
 
 `` What the hell is Super Internet?'' 
 
 The old man extended his wrinkled arm with an open palm. 
 
 `` Come with me if you want to find out.'' 
 
 Franklin gripped the old man's arm and followed him into the light to another era... an era with Super Internet...
