Slowly, hesitantly, Jerry peered out of his front door at the strange world outside. The landscape was at once familiar and foreign; the tables, chairs, curtains all where they should be, and yet bathed in a dingy beige where once had been vibrant color. Likewise, the face that stared back at him from this new reality was alien to him, and yet also seemed like an old friend…
I wanna watch The Flintstones, Sharon H.