The latter of two existences had begun to envelop Rock's house from front to back. He knew that once it reached his bedroom, it would sweep him from his current circumstance into a sort of no-mans land from which there was no likely return.
Rock knew this wouldn't end, so he chose to hide from the inevitable. He let his cat Jo out and climbed back into bed.
Later on, it occurred to him that he had seen cars across the street from his house, which let him know he was still in the present. He turned on the TV in his back bedroom and was relieved to see a contemporary newscast.
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