2007- A Sousaphonic Pigg's Tale

A thin layer of smoke filled the apartment. Oscar's head was splitting with indescribable pain as if a rhino's horn was growing between his eyeballs. However, this was not the only pain Oscar was experiencing. Every single bone, muscle, and tendon in his body felt as if it had aged 71 years. Oscar then staggered to his feet, but when his eyes became level again, everything was different. The smoke had now cleared, but Oscar was left staring around what appeared to be his dim apartment, covered in a lugubrious layer of dust. Oscar felt a strange disconnection with the place and immediately sought his comfort object, the bottle. With each step, Oscar felt more and more out of place. He was then truly shocked when his liquor cabinet filled only with moth balls and a dead rat. He knew now something was wrong. Where had Jozef gone? What was going on with the apartment? To remedy his queries and his lack of alcohol, Oscar moved to the door. At his attempt to bring the door ajar, his arm nearly ripped clean off. The door eventually opened up after a rough jarring with all of his strength. What Oscar then came into was a world unlike what he ever remembered. Something happened with Jozef, and Oscar was determined to find out. He continued along the apartment building hallway, down the linoleum stairs and into the lobby. Oscar sauntered over to a newspaper stand in hope of some kind of revelation. The bold date of August 25th, 2007 stared blankly back at him from the corner of the newspaper. Oscar could not believe what he was seeing and desperately felt a sudden dry and putrid taste in his mouth. He was quickly distracted by the sound of a damned sousaphone echoing throughout the lobby. Oscar's head was so close to splitting from his voyage to the future that he almost went over to kill the idiot playing the sousaphone across the way, but then he remembered the awful taste in his mouth and went out of the apartment building in search of package.