“Don’t worry, hon. I won’t squeeze you that hard”
We laughed, even when we had heard that joke since what seems now as the beginning of time.

I guess we should accept we’ll never make it to the wedding now, the blizzard still howls outside. The ale they are serving is homemade, but it has a pleasant taste. Anne’s uncle Lou convinced me once to try moonshine and that left me wary of trying any home recipe, but Anne talked me out of it and that’s great because it’s the only thing available to drink.

Guess there was some Renaissance fair nearby, everyone was dressed up, my tuxedo made me stand out as if I were some time traveler until a girl in a space suit arrived, she came directly to Anne and I.

“Sorry, but you have to come with me, seems you made the wrong detour”
“Where are we?”
“The question is not where, but when”