Thirty-FiveJake killed the ignition and looked across at Wilf. He looked completely different to the wild man he'd met on a windswept rock all those months before. The Wilf sat next to him wore regular clothes. His hair was combed back, tied neatly in a ponytail, his once straggly beard combed. He looked like an old hippy or rocker, Jake thought as the sun suddenly broke through the clouds. “Right. It's probably best that you stick close to me and not say too much. This place might freak you out. To me, it's normal. To you, it will be very strange.”
“What is this place called?” Wilf asked, as he looked through the windscreen.
“Tesco's,” Jake said as he opened his door, climbing out into the winter sun. Wilf followed suit, walking behind Jake in Doug's shoes. They felt very comfortable, b
