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Wally was disoriented. “What the fu—” He cut himself. After Linda had smacked him in the back of the head a few too many times for swearing in front of the babies, he almost instinctively raised a hand to the back of his head to block any incoming hits. Looking around and seeing that she was nowhere to be found, he first thought that he might have been drugged. That’s ridiculous, Wally, your metabolism is too fast for that. When he saw someone walk by in a pair of bell bottoms, that’s when he knew that something was definitely off. He raised his eyebrows, whirling around. “What the fuck?”