My wife and I have run out of options quickly due to the supernatural Disney craziness that

hit us in just a short few hours.

Our best friend is dead.

Our daughter is missing some kind of alternate dimension.

There was one thing that immediately made sense though.

We needed to find out where my dad had found this bizarre streaming service in the first

place.

The only good fortune was that his house is only about 15 minutes away, even with traffic.

So after we made sure that the tablet that Aubrey was trapped inside of was charging properly

via the cigarette lighter we made our way over.

What if he's asleep?

What if he's asleep?

I muttered.

There's only three in the morning.

The neighborhood was as black as the dark eyes in that Disney program.

It was impossible not to think of what those programs were.

They were infecting my brain too.

What if we were going to wind up like mell somehow?

Would there be a way that we could stop it?

Another worrisome thought slipped through my exhausted brain as we parked and I grabbed

a hold of Jen's hand.

What if my dad isn't my dad?

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