[lumberjim]

He knew this place. The bar was his. It was the first he had bought after he'd won the lottery, years ago. He'd never seen the sun come through those windows before, though. There should have been a skyskraper across the street obscuring the sun. He rushed to the door and threw it open. Blinking at eh still brighter light of the direct sun, he looked out over an expanse of sand. And sand, and sand, and more sand. And a pyramid.

A pyramid? Yes, off in the distance, there was a pyramid. A fucking pyramid. But it looked all.....clean and fresh. And it must have been huge. He looked to the left. Then to the right. Sand. He found himself sitting in the doorway. He didn't remember falling, but there he was, looking up at the doorknob of the bar. The Hot Mess. There should be sidewalk under his shorts, not sand. This should be 42nd street, not a dessert. Who the hell moved his bar?! And if it was in the dessert, how did that TV have power? He would have to ask glatt.