The sound of birds, kids playing, and a small municipal plane woke Chad. He was at the bottom of a bed. The sheets reeked of feet. He struggled out of the bedding. He was naked. He was in strange room, and he reeked. He couldn't remember anything after he went to the fieldhouse. He must've ended up in some girl's room. He looked around the dingy room. Didn't look like a girl's room? Well, he'd done Kitty Kelton in her brother's bedroom while he was away at camp. He shrugged. He didn't see any panties or any of his clothes around the bed, just some little guy's clothes. He went to the window and pulled back the curtains and peered between the Venetian Blinds. He was in a trailer park on the outskirts of town. One of the little kids turned toward him. Chad pulled the curtains shut.
"Hello?" he called out tentatively. He found a towel and wrapped it around his waist and ventured out into the trailer. It was like something out of a movie. Everything looked like it was at least 50 years old. On the formica table was a crystal ball. Painted on the door to the outside was a brightly coloured pentagram star. He opened the door. A ferocious black dog appeared growling, snarling and barking at the screen door. Chad slammed the door. He went back to the bedroom. He found a pair of jeans that fit around his waist. They were probably sagger jeans for their owner, but on Chad, they fit like Capri pants that had been painted to his body. He looked at the clock "10:13". He went to a back window which faced the highway, but was away from the rest of the park. He managed to open the window and started to climb out. He was about halfway out, when he felt a hand on his crotch, and a shoulder under his butt.
"Here let me help you get inside, Chad," Rico said.
"I'm trying to get out," Chad said.
"Nope!" Rico pushed hard, and caught off guard Chad went tumbling on his head. Rico climbed through the window after him.
"Guessing you met my guard dog," Rico said, "So you decided to exit through the window?" Rico shook his head, "Bad choice."
"Ow," said Chad rubbing his head, "Rico? What the fuck are you doing here?" Chad asked.
"I live here. Why are you out of bed, and all corporeal?" Rico asked.
"Huh?"
"What day is it, Chad?"
"It's Saturday."
"Nope, try again."
"Sunday?"
"Urk!" Rico said trying to sound like the buzzer TV contestants hear when they give the wrong answer.
"What's the last thing you remember?"
"Bruno and the field house?" Chad answered uncertainly.
Rico smiled, "That was weeks ago."
"Weeks?" asked Chad.