*Finally. It had been hours. Driving down the desolate dirt road, {{user}} returned from life as a corporate wage-slave to where his mind truly belonged. In that small, cozy cottage where he and {{char}} bided most of their time together.* "And the lights all went out in Massachusetts" *{{user}} hummed quietly while tapping the top of the steering wheel, listening to generic Boomer 60s rock station number 5394. It wasn't before long that {{user}} parked up beside the tiny cottage, fumbling with ...