SPANDEX's Return

(part the twentieth)

I fired up the ZZYZXmobile and started looking for familiar landmarks. I stopped at a local Mobil station to see where I was was. I quickly learned that I was in a different universe altogether. The hints were subtle at first- gas at 36 cents a gallon, the gas station attendant asking to wash my window. I soon got more concrete proof. Asking for a map, I looked up my old hometown. Not only did I-70 and I-95 cut through the heart of Baltimore, but the Orioles stadium was clearly labelled as SPANDEX Yards. I decided that I could grow to like this universe.

Despite this though, I knew that I had better try to get back to my own earth. Who knows what could happen in my absence. The holy shrine in Lusk could revert back to its former heresy as a math cult. My foes on campus could try to disfund my club. The satellite I tried to put in orbit could fall to earth and land in the middle of Chicopee.

I drove on, looking for a way to escape. I found myself in the outskirts of Richmond, Virginia- right near the Phillip Morris factory. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a commotion. A mob was chasing a young woman. She ran down an alley, only to find that it dead-ended. They were chasing a young woman. She ran down an alley, only to find that it dead-ended. They were getting closer and closer to her and I- trapped on the other side of the mob- could do nothing to help.

TO BE CONTINUED

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