The lighthouse floated peacefully through space, that was the name of their ship, the lighthouse. It had been three years since they had left Earth in search of a wormhole to the future. Maybe life would be better in the future, a new life that is. They were a band of misfits, a grave digger, an acupuncturist, a neurosurgeon, and a bank robber. They all wanted a change from their lives now, and the future was the best way to do it. Normally only the wealthy got to travel to the future but they got lucky.
"You ready blue?" The doctor asked.
"Never." The robber said in return.
It was over in a second that felt like an eternity, colors swirling all around, time and space warping, then, they were there. And they found themselves at a space station that had been built to welcome those lucky travelers from the past.
The grave digger had been temporarily blinded from the wormhole, but it would wear off in a few days. The doctor was a bit confused with a roll of toilet paper on her head, and the robber was thinking that maybe this wasn't so bad after all.
They quickly stepped through the airlock to find themselves free, new people.
"Howdy," A robot said.
"Hey, we're from the past, what year is it?" The doctor asked.
"Why, there is no time," was what they got as a reply.
"What do you mean?"
"Time isn't real, it's relative, your present is your past future, see how confusing that is?"
The doctor slowly nodded, and they walked away.
They passed a gift shop selling snow globes and continued on their way.
"And scene!" The director called.
"Perfect!" The doctor's actress called.
That director was going to make a fortune on his new movie, and they were only getting started!