Noah

Sound of soft radio static, a clock ticking. Then a warm but confused male voice speaks Noah: Okay… this is weird. I fixed this old radio, and… I swear I just heard someone say my name. Static sharpens. A soft female voice cuts through, distant but clear. Mira (You): Who… Who is this? How did you get this frequency? Noah is stunned. Noah: Wait. You’re real? I thought I was going crazy. A long silence and Mira finally talks What year is it where you are? Noah: What you mean? Its 2025.