Somewhere else, on Earth, in an urban area, a loud disagreement could be heard from the street. A cat screeched and ran away as a young man stormed out the door, slipping into a denim jacket, and quickly moving down the steps at the front. He moved like he was in a hurry, but determined.

	A middle aged woman in scrubs leaned out the door after him, “Monty, don’t you have to get to your job? The prescription can wait, really! I can call a colleague of mine to get it-”

	He dismissed her with a wave, and called back over his shoulder, annoyed, “Nah, it’s fine! You should have taken care of this before coming in, today, but I’ll work it out! You stay here; taking care of my mother is only your [i]job[/i], after all!” He shook his head, frustrated. [i]Shouldn’t have said that. Should NOT have said that.[/i]

	Turning a corner, not far from his front door, He thought about how he was going to apologize. It slipped her mind, that’s all. This wasn’t even going to make him late; he didn’t have to blow up at her, like that, he thought. He had everything under control. He pursed his lips, and sighed, to himself, "Okay..."

	He was so lost in his thoughts he didn’t notice the glowing ring that opened up beneath him, and before he knew it, he’d felt like he was falling!

	An older man with a walrus mustache, a dirty face, and paper bag in hand had been walking by, and saw this. He gave a start, and watched, incredulously as the young man had vanished, moments before the.. Whatever, did, as well! He blinked, looked at the bag in his hand, and resumed walking as he tossed the bag into a trash can, shaking his head…