Try to picture a man, he's in his worn-down car and he's traveling through a forest. Let's call him Jacob. Jacob is a man who has not met anyone since 1934. Jacob entered a town outside of time. As if he was a single ray entering a sphere he drove into a town. Let's call this town "Marianne". Marianne had not a single person in it. At least not yet. Jacob went ahead and made him self home at a completely vacant and unlocked motel. The motel doesn't matter, trust me. Jacob had been looking for a place to hide for 12 years. He stole money from a bank, not that he had anything to spend it on. He liked money.. It wasn't exactly worth anything but he liked to know that he had more than others. Jacob kept the money in the trunk of his car. Like it was something he should keep.
When Jacob awoke he heard cars outside, they were probably being driven by people. He was surprised at how unenthusiastic he was towards this new discovery. It meant he would have to check out of the motel. Jacob got up and went to the register and checked out of the hotel, just like any regular person.
Jacob walked outside and decided to walk around the small town. Most of the people were past their 60s and seemed to be unaware of their surroundings. A man with a large sign was screaming "Do not live with computers! Do not live with computers!". Jacob didn't want to give out any money today.
Jacob found himself walking into the library, which is now called a store. Most of the books only had pictures or maybe Jacob just didn't know how to read. He spent days looking at the pictures, although they seemed closer to memories. After he found a picture of himself reading, he decided he had spent enough time at the library.
When Jacob went out again, the day seemed much younger along with the residents. He saw many friends he recognized, what he did with them doesn't matter. There was sounds coming from speakers all around the town. They played songs without instruments, only voices. Jacob began to feel home here.
As daybreak drew near, Jacob decided to visit some people living in the painted blue houses. They might be able to tell him what to spend his money on. He arrived at a house where a young couple called him "Jacob", but he decided to not correct them. Jacob was their son and in the pictures on their walls he had lived there in Marianne for years. Jacob had never slept better.
