[ WP ] You 're a history major . Your final exam is to travel back in time and successfully pass as a normal , everyday citizen . It 's not going well .

EXT. VILLAGE - NIGHT 
 
 1692 
 
 Sparks float idly against the black sky. Below, villagers have gathered around a pile of wood, stoking it from the bottom. They shout and chant and cheer. 
 
 TIMMY, in the same colonial wear as the villagers, is tied to a post at the top, tears trickling, watching helplessly as the flames ride higher and higher toward him. 
 
 POV 
 
 The hellish orange, licking, lapping, then finally engulfing - 
 
 BLACK 
 
 INT. CLASSROOM - DAY 
 
 The class, and the teacher, MRS. JORGANSEN watch as Timmy materializes on a matted metallic pedestal, the front and sides of which are blinking with lights. Next to him is a roll-out CRT television set, displaying the village folk still angrily stoking a now Timmy-less pile of burning wood. 
 
 Timmy stands up and wipes away some tears, he still wears the colonial outfit. His pants are singed at the ankles. 
 
 TIMMY 
 And that - 
 ( sniff sniff ) 
 Concludes my - 
 ( sniff ) 
 My presentation. 
 
 Mrs. Jorgansen sets down a large remote control and grabs a clipboard to take notes. 
 
 MRS. JORGANSEN 
 Okay Timmy. I wanted to see you do a little better. 
 
 He wipes more tears, nodding lightly. 
 
 MRS. JORGANSEN 
 Did you mention Green Day at one point? 
 
 TIMMY 
 I did n't know what to talk about. It was scary! 
 
 MRS. JORGANSEN 
 Okay, okay. I'm giving you a C. There is extra credit 
 still, remember. 
 
 Timmy nods defeatedly and returns to his desk. 
 
 MRS. JORGANSEN 
 Okay next is Theresa. Theresa? 
 
 THERESA, wide-eyed, gulps and starts slowly toward the front of the class. She wears leopard print cave-woman get-up. 
 
 MRS. JORGANSEN 
 I did receive your doctor's note, so you can take it a 
 little easier. Try to join the gathering sect. 
 
 Theresa nods grimly. 

