As the Car began driving down the fog covered road, Mr. Mead could only stare out the frosty window of the car. "Where are you taking me?" Leonard Mead asked. The car did not hum nor said nothing back to Mead. As the car kept cruising down the dark road, it began to drizzle rain from above. Mead could hear the heavy raindrops crashing on the top on the car. It felt like hours and hours had passed by while driving. Mead has fallen asleep in the back seat of the car. When he had awoken, the car had been parked in a dark lot, which was not located in town. "Please walk yourself to the door, Mr. Mead," the car told him. Mead didn't want to take any chances of getting fully arrested, so he slowly got out of the back seat, and walked his way to the door. The building looked like a old warehouse that had been abandoned for decades. The door was painted with a faded black paint, and was rusted on the hinges. He grasped the doorknob, and walked inside.
It was as if Mead was in a fairy tale land. When he took a long look at the room inside, he saw what had looked like a replica of his own home. "What is this place?" Mead asked to himself. Mead was shocked as his eyes beamed throughout the room. He walked over to his 'desk' which was located by the window. He sat down and was amazed to how close everything resembled everything at his own home. In front of him was three sheets of paper, written in black ink from his ball point pen. He sat down at the base of his chair and began to read out loud was was written on the last piece of paper. "As he sat at the base of his chair and began to view his story, Leonard Mead decided to take a stroll down the cold dark road in the year 2053.."
