They landed back in the original morning—same deck, same half-eaten pizza, same pounding headache. But the subtitles remained, now reading:

They scrambled into the hot tub. The control panel now had a new button: RETURN TO HANGOVER. Leo slammed his palm on it.

Her eyes went wide. A subtitle appeared under her:

"Carla," Leo whispered, his voice scraping. "Carla, there are subtitles in real life."

"We traveled through time," she said. "Because we had too much to drink and sat in a malfunctioning hot tub."

Carla pointed a trembling finger at the hot tub's control panel, now flickering with options: PAUSE. PLAY. SUBTITLES: ON. LANGUAGE: PORTUGUESE / ENGLISH / REGRET.

He blinked. The subtitle remained. He looked around. His best friend Carla was slumped in the corner of the tub, still wearing her neon sunglasses from last night's party. His cousin Beto was face-down on the wooden deck, snoring into a half-eaten slice of pizza.

Leo pulled out his phone to text his mom "I love you" for no reason. She replied immediately: "Did you just see something weird? I had a dream about a hot tub."