What's life without risk?

"I guess so." John said, with considerable trepidation.

"Don't worry, you'll be intrigued for sure and you'll be back here before the next game starts, I promise." Crystal stated, her tone allowing John to relax slightly. "If you are ready, then take my hand and we'll get under way."

John wiped his palm quickly on his shorts, before reaching out and taking Crystal's hand.

Immediately, he felt his body pulled forward by the mid-section and a wave of nausea passed through him. However, as quickly as the nausea and the acceleration started they both disappeared. The massive and sudden deceleration caused John to stumble and he ended up on all fours. He heard Crystal chuckle behind him and she came around and offered her hand to help John up.

"Sorry, probably should've warned you about that." Crystal laughed, while helping John back to his feet.

"It was just a little sudden is all." He murmured. "Where are we?"

They were in a seedy looking part of town. Some houses were clearly foreclosed or had been condemned. Those that hadn't been repo-ed had bars over the windows and several locks on the doors. Cars on the street either appeared to have been abandoned or they were sitting on cinder blocks to prevent the tires from being slashed or stolen. Wherever they were John was certain he would not want to live here.

"I think you know this area, at least by name, maybe not by sight. This is the hollow." Crystal said.

"The hollow? Why are we here? We're likely to get mugged or worse if we don't get out of here soon." John warned.

"Don't worry, nobody can see us. We aren't actually here, well we are, but we cannot interact with anyone and they cannot interact with us. As to why we are here, follow me." Crystal stated and walked down the broken concrete path towards the house on their immediate left. John followed and had a hard time taking his eyes off Crystal's ass and how her romper was barely able to contain the firm cheeks.

The building stank of cigarette smoke, was dimly lit, and had a dank feel to it. They climbed the stairs to the second floor landing and entered the first door on their left. The apartment here was not much better than the rest of the building. The paint was peeling on the walls and the carpet had stains that he didn't recognize and wasn't sure he wanted to know what they were. John was about to ask why they were in this apartment, but he spied a familiar name on a piece of mail. His name.

"Do I live here?" John asked.

"Yes, but not just you." Crystal answered. "Mary lives here with you."

"Mary? My girlfriend of a couple of weeks? Wait how far into the future are we?"

"The same Mary! We're are almost exactly 10 years into the future and the two of you are living here."

"What the hell happened that we are living in this dump??"