‘Let’s go Home,’ Fred told Martha, after having been stranded for so long in such and odd prison, where they were forced to wear the strangest clothing.
At last they changed clothing, got into his 1992 Saturn SC, and were on their way, on an umpteen hours long ride to their nieghborhood.
It was quite a bumpy ride, with potholes all throughout the road, the view obstructed by ever increasingly thick pea soup fog.
Once they finally arrived home the oddest feeling immediately overwhelmed them.
Their house was completely different on the inside and out and all their neighbors were new people, strangers to them.
The only thing that was the same was their address.