Oddly enough, the real treat in coming to Casa Grande was the men’s restroom. It hadn’t been touched since it was built and was a masterpiece of grand 80’s style, for it still reveled in that era. An ocean of black, mauve and cyan that had held up surprisingly well over the last twenty plus years.

For Alex, it was like stepping back into the past, it always brought a flood of memories of his college years rushing in. It was like coming home… in the men’s restroom of a rundown Mexican restaurant… how strange.

It had been the typical trip to the Casa for Alex, cheap Tex-Mex followed by a trip to the men’s room to clean up before heading back to work.Today, however, was definitely different.

For when Alex stepped from the men’s restroom, he landed right in the middle of 1984.

It took a minute for him to realize that something just wasn’t right. The restaurant was no longer a rundown mess, it was a gleaming black, mauve and cyan beast that now matched his memories… and the men’s restroom.