The long road home

A problem

"So how the fuck do I get one?" Said Al, very excited.

"You don't." Said Jeanne, pointing at a man with a baseball bat.

"We are here to stop you from getting us all arrested for Door-Jumping."

"Well then," said Al, "I guess you are ready to fight?"

About 30 minutes later, Al emerged from the basement, covered in blood. He now had to get his jacket washed. Fucking great.

Al left the house with a dislocated Jaw and a Door designation device, (DDD).
The DDD was a very fucked up piece of electronics. It had wires sticking out of it and not alot of good circuitry. Al wanted to fix it.

Sure enough, he attached it to the GPS. He had wired it to the other side of the GPS, so when you turned it over, you could input the door code you wanted to go to.

Al didn't know door codes.

Where the FUCK could he find door codes?

Oh shit.
The crackhouse, maybe.

Al went back to the crackhouse after wiring the devices together, and went to the basement. Someone had cleaned out the bodies and bleached the walls. Thank you crackheads!

He searched through a pile of papers and books untill he saw a booklet of Door IDs. It looked like an adress book, but with door numbers. They were way longer than anything Al ever called a Door. These assholes must have been doing their homework.

Al looked through the book, and input a Door code.
#11846837.
A door appeared.
Al opened the door, and found himself on the same reddish-purple grass as before.
These things really did let you pick your destination.

He thought about something he hadn't thought about in weeks.

He wondered if he could go back and fix his mistakes with this. He wondered if he could go back to his original universe.

He remembered a name that he wanted to forget.

She was so nice to him. Probably the only person willing to treat him like a human being. She had treated him so wonderful, and what does he do to repay her? Fake his suicide? This was fucked up to remember, but he thought about fixing it. The thought about going back and telling her he was sorry.

He needed to find Rizzy.

Suddenly, he was knocked to his senses.
One of the arachnid creatures had grabbed his leg.

Holy shit were these things cute.

Al pulled it off his leg, and gave it a kiss on the forehead. It ran off in a flash, and Al sat down back in the grass.

He needed to find Rizzy.