Are you hungry, she asks.
Yes, he says. But I don't want to go into the house.
You'll have to go in, eventually, she says.
I want to go out to eat, he says. It is bizarre to say this. Bizarre because it is such a commonplace thing to say, yet it comes after an extended period of ... uncommonplace experience.
Sounds good to me, she says.
Her car is in the driveway behind a large outcropping of shrubs. He has not seen it until just now.
This is the same car you had back then.
Yes, she says. It still runs, but barely.
They get in, and after the engine protests more loudly than he supposed it should have, they are off -- out of the driveway and on down the road that he has known.
And everything is just as he remembers it.