27FIFTEEN MINUTES LATERInteresting note: Moldfinger doesn't seem to have much to say in the car. I wonder if it could have something to do with her not being able to take credit for getting us home.
(Boy, do I wish I could say something to her right now!)
Judd doesn't talk much, either. He just listens to Mom rambling on in whatever weird language she speaks and keeps nodding like he understands.
(Why's she driving, you ask? Because again, there's no sign of Judd's cherry red Mustang. I wonder if it only exists in our original reality. I sure haven't seen it anywhere else.)
Everything around us looks normal--the streets, the houses, the cars, the people, the buildings. There aren't any candy-striped trees dripping acid or gold-plated goggle-eyed robots cranking out sausages or e
