roger meddows taylor was not having a GOOD day . getting dragged within an inch of his life over his new song by brian , trashing the kitchen knowing he would have to be the one to clean it up , locking himself in a cupboard only to get his song on the B-SIDE !! christ --- .... the list went on . it was just not a good day . the farm that they were on was adorable on its best days , but for today , the blond absolutely couldn’t stand it . he had to leave --- he had to go somewhere or else he was going to lose his mind . it wouldn’t be unlike him to flee for a day or two and be back in the same clothes as before , slightly scruffy , a bit GREASY , and very hungover . roger had managed to find the keys to paul’s car ( stupid BASTARD , haha !! ) and drove himself into the city , though just past the city limit is where things started to look ... different . the cars were unlike anything he had ever seen , some people were wearing STRANGE clothes , others wearing close to what he was wearing though much older looking , all different shoes , very strange colors and cuts of hair ....
parking on the side of one street , he practically stumbled out of the car , unable to focus on anything other than what looked to be a large and very clear television screen --- no ! a few of them ! where did these ... THINGS come from and what the hell were they ? the bewildered expression remained on his face as he backed until his knees hit the front bumper of his car , forcing roger to sit on the hood and stare in amazement at the sight before him . he clearly was not in 1974 anymore , but where , and most importantly , when was he ? he didn’t dare ask someone , and look like an absolute loon . curling fur coat around his body , he squinted up towards the screen to find the date in the lower right-hand corner : november 16th , 2019 . he’s going to have a stroke , if not already having one --- he’s entirely certain of it now .
