The hangover was a bit worse than usual. The last thing he remembered was that he’d bought a new car and his co-workers throwing a party. He was able to stagger to the car and head home. When he finally felt good enough to open his eyes he was baffled, where was he?
The forest surrounded his car, really surrounded! Old trees and ferns were even growing up through the floorboard, and out the roof. It was like the car had been abandoned for years.
Confused, he opened the rusty door to take a look and found no way to drive out. There wasn’t even a trail he could see to walk out. How long had he been here? The last he could remember was that party on St Patrick’s Day in 1937.
“Hmmm he,” began to think, “Where am I or more to the point, When am I? I’m getting hungry, I need to get some breakfast?”