Dean was walking from the kitchen, beer in hand when he heard the doorbell ring. He shrugged and figured he'd answer the door and save Bela the headache of having to hear the doorbell a billion times. He pulled the door open wide, blinking when he saw a kid about ten years younger than him. "Hey. Can I help you?"
Robbie chuckled. "Dad - yeah. I ... I'm yours. From the future." Oh, that didn't sound mad.