It was about three days walk back to where my house was supposed to be. Didn't bother to hitchhike, thought it might be a good way to ease myself of stress after the firing squad of what had just happened. Packed some of my camp cooking supplies in my car, but that got all burned out. So it'd be bland venison for me. Happy I carried that single tent, too. Rained just a little bit on my way down.

But then I arrive where I know that cabin is, and there ain't nothing but a couple of trees and some dog shit. Apparently the one thing that smoke man failed to mention is that not finding the killer would also take my house or something. Grow trees in its place. Hell, I haven't got the slightest clue what's going on now. Figured I'd wander around the area, see if any neighbors were around. Found some people, but they weren't my damn neighbors. Lived in different cabins with different styles and builds. Different cars, different names. It's like I had fallen out of place somewhere, not a single person recognized me in town. Credit card worked fine, but not much else did. Figures that the money would be the one thing to stay the same.

Didn't quite have the cash in my account to get a new beater. Even if I did, there were no promises that it would be in the same place I parked it after the smoke guy comes back. If he comes back.