I'd just parked, next to the Museum of Art south stairwell, when the ground rolled. Literally. The cement came up and then down.
As I looked through the rear view mirror, I noticed trees. Really big trees. I mean impossibly big trees, and they were where South State used to be. I could only see the top of the tower to the Union.
I slid out of the van, quickly running my fingers across my temple, but I felt no bumps. Then I noticed the distinctive buzzing of a radio that has no signal.
What in the hells happened?
I stopped and carefully looked around, I saw a couple of students, that were slowly getting up off the ground, clearly just as confused by the new giant trees instead of road situation. I clearly wasn't imagining things, as if I were to imagine U of M coeds in a parallel universe, odds are they wouldn't be men. That or I wouldn't be having cereal for breakfast ever again.
I closed and locked the van, and headed towards the Musuem of Art. If nothing else, it was shelter. I needed to figure out what was what.