Their room was decent and furnished well. It wasn't too extravagant, but it couldn't be called plain either. The beige walls and light-wooden flooring gave it a calm and soothing appearance. The floor wasn't actually made of wood, but had been designed to resemble it. Two comfortable brown couches were beside the wall, and Jack and Jill were lying down in those. It was night, about 8 pm, by the new square-shaped smartphones that they found in the room. They were called smartblocks.

Jill and Jack had passed the medical checkup, though the doctor had just done an X-ray and basic temperature check and told them to report any symptoms they felt. Jack was thankful, for he didn't feel like giving his blood through piercing injections. Jill smiled at his childish fear.

Jack was staring at the ceiling, lost in his thoughts. Jill looked at him, twirling the soft locks of her black hair.

"You know who's to blame, right?" She questioned, staring at him.

"Hmm? what?" Jack said, who had been about to fall asleep.

"You know you are to blame for us getting stuck here, right?" Jill asked, her hazel-eyes observing Jack's reaction curiously. He was silent.

"Only crazies like us would go out for a long leisure drive in a freaking storm." Jill added.

"How the hell would I know that we'll get transported through flipping portals." Jack replied, though his voice lacked emotion.

"But we could have died too, you know?"

"Whatever, it doesn't matter anyway..." He mumbled.

"Jack, how can you be so careless?! Just because you don't have anyone to live for, doesn't mean its the same for me too!"

Jack was startled. Jill realized that she might have went too far. Jack's face was a combination of fear, anxiety and panic.

"My mom is alive." He said gravely. There was a wild look in his eyes as he searched for affirmation.

"Yes, Jack, she is. I'm sorry I said that..." Jill replied, moving over to Jack's couch, and caressing his rough hair.

"She is alive." Jack repeated. Jill consoled him again.

"I...I feel tired, I want to sleep now." Jack said, his fear and anxiety melting away at her touch. It was a sign that his attack was ending. Jill put him to sleep, consoling him that his mother was alive.

But she knew the truth.

Jack's mother had died.

3 years ago.

Seeing Jack sleeping so peacefully, Jill herself felt that a nap wouldn't do any harm, and lied down on the other couch, thinking about whether they'll ever be able to get out of this mess.

A few hours later, Jill woke up in the middle of the night, and found that she held a piece of paper in her hand. Jack was still sleeping on the couch, clutching his blanket. Who had put the blanket on him, though? Jill realized that she had a blanket too.

She got up and opened the scrap of paper, and read it under the light of her smartblock-

"I'm really sorry I brought you into this mess. Going for a drive in the 'cold, dark, stormy night' was a terrible idea. I don't know how we'll get out of this, but I'll do all I can for you, to get us back home, for whatever its worth.

Love, Jack."

Jill smiled, and gazed adoringly at her complicated mess of a boyfriend. Yes, he was a handful, and he unknowingly brought them into this strange new world, far away from home. But for all that, she wouldn't want to exchange him for anyone and anything else in the world.

Jill went up to Jack and kissed him on his forehead, and then went back to sleep, free of the care for the troubles and worries of the world.