It's 2013 on a July night. Your windows are cracked open, and the air smells crisp and wet. The crickets outside are comforting. "I'll be right back" you say to your friend in chat. When you get up you notice how tired you are, it's way past your bed time. Your feet stick to the kitchen floor as you sleepily walk to the pantry and grab a snack. You smile because you don't have school tomorrow. In this moment, you only have to worry about a creeper spawning in your house. Life is good.