Aaron Spencer was confused, as if the cashier told them that an aisle they just saw didn't exist. Back up, back up, to when Aaron walked into the grocery store. He only needed a couple of groceries because he was making deviled eggs. He needed eggs, mayonnaise, honey mustard, white sugar, vinegar, salt, black pepper, and paprika.
He had only just gotten the paprika when he saw someone drop a glass container of ground black pepper. Of course, it spilled out everywhere, and he offered some help, "Excuse me- uh- Chase Romano? Is that you?" Aaron said, "Chase looked up from the ground and saw Aaron." "Huh- Aaron? I didn't realize that it was you...." Chase said, "Anyway, would you like some help with that..?" Aaron started, "Yeah, please. That would be amazing if you would help.." Chase smiled as he finished the sentence; Aaron helped Chase sweep up the pepper before giving a wave and going to check out. As he was checking out, he looked at the name tag on the clerk's uniform. "Mia? Huh," He said in his thoughts before speaking up, "Mia, I assume that's your name; there is a mess in aisle Eleven. I just thought I would let you know.." Aaron said. Mia looked up with a confused look on her face, "Aisle Eleven? Sir, there is no Aisle Eleven." Mia said, "What do you mean there is no Aisle Eleven? I just saw it-" He trailed off, turning around and seeing that the aisle he was just in was no longer there. "How did this happen?" Aaron said, "Sir, there hasn't been an Aisle Eleven for the past twelve years." Mia said and went back to scanning the items.
