At first Erwin didn’t know what to do. No one had ever appeared in his living room before. It took him an awful long time to process this, but eventually he concluded fear was the proper response and he jumped up to find something to defend himself with. He decided on a knife in the kitchen. Unfortunately, he misjudged the length of the corner wall between the kitchen and dining room and ran into it face first, knocking himself out in the process. This might have been a self-inflicted accident, as when it came to fight or flight, Erwin was definitely in the flee category and wouldn’t know what to do with a knife if he held one.
Ethan was as shocked by Erwin’s response as Erwin was by Ethan’s appearance. He rushed over, picked the unconscious Erwin up and gently placed him on the sofa. It didn’t take much effort. Erwin was short and only weighed about a hundred pounds. After checking Erwin’s pulse and the growing lump on his forehead, Ethan walked over and looked out the front window. There were modest houses across the street, and to either side of him. Cars were parked along the street. They were old cars. Older than Ethan recognized. He placed them in the mid 20<sup></sup>
“Hmph,” he thought, as he let the curtain fall back into place. “I wonder what brought me here”?
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“What’s with all this plastic?” he wondered, rubbing it. It was thick and durable. It made the chair decidedly less comfortable, and a little noisy when he moved. For the life of him, Ethan couldn’t figure out what that plastic was for. Maybe the guy was selling the set and wrapped it up to protect it?
Ethan had to put the whole plastic thing on hold, as Erwin began moaning and showing signs of coming to.
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“You ran into a wall,” Ethan explained.
“Oh,” Erwin replied as he fell back on the couch, trying to collect himself. “Who are you”?
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