If there were any words which could supply the answer as to why, they never came. The only thing that came, and seldom at that, was the man on the opposite side of the door. But never did he divulge an answer as to why.
He woke and saw for himself a different place than any he’d ever known. Knew it not to be of the world he’d known before but recognized it to be the world he now had. For the rest of time.
On a desolate section of highway, one seldom travelled or seen, there resided a small gas station with a convenience store in case a passer-by should be in need of fuel, for either vehicle or mind.