Gemotions

The music was loud, the bass thrumming through the floorboards as Liam danced around his apartment. He was in the middle of a particularly energetic air guitar solo when his eye caught the screen. A quick glance at the property website.

He stopped, mid-riff. He scrolled. The photos materialized. His old house, looking exactly as he remembered, only… smaller, somehow. The air seemed to crackle. He felt a need to move, to do something, anything.

He let out a whoop. He couldn't help himself. He grabbed his coat. "Road trip!" he yelled, grabbing his car keys.