Four Days Later...

"I'm sorry, Hun," says Mary as you're shoved, staggering, out into the street, "But if you can't keep up you can't keep up!"

The front door slams behind you, and you stagger, barefoot up the garden path towards the road. You are exhausted, battered, bruised, shagged out beyond all description, and for some reason, shoeless.

For some reason, that one bugs you the most. You lean against the front gate and stare at your bare feet. Why did she have to keep our shoes?

You shake your head. No, gotta move on. This is what you came here for, right? You just weren't ready for how.... intense it would be.

Just need to find somewhere to sit down. Or sleep. Or something to eat. Or... something.....