Elena made her way down the dark street, heading for the Corvette.  Hopefully Arthur would be there.  She went the way she had come, but things looked different.  Apprehension crawled up her spine, and she got goose bumps.  She looked at the houses.  These weren’t the houses she’d passed the first time!  Her heart sped up in fear.  She ran and tears rolled down her cheeks. 

Hours later, shoes in hand and exhausted, she stumbled forth in totally alien streets and gulped, terribly thirsty, tummy turning in hunger.  She walked further and saw a diner.  Upon entering, she made her way directly to the counter and plopped down on a bench.

A heavy-set, gruff man wiping the counter with a rag grunted.  “What’ll you have?”

His accent was weird.  She couldn’t place it. “Where are you from?”  she asked, trying to be friendly.

His eyes widened.  “From here, of course.  Where are you from?”

“From…here.”  She gulped, feeling like she was in the twilight zone.

“Don’t sound it, Miss.”