"Second Flash Forward"
Bozeman was just a beautiful place nestled by the Bridger Mountains. The people were great. Everywhere you went everyone was so friendly. The kind of town where no one locked their doors.
My second flash forward occurred at a gas station I pulled into to get gas. I went inside to pay and use the restroom. When I was done, I opened the restroom door and started to walk out when I realized everything around me had changed.
The front was a restaurant and as I looked toward the back where the mechanics’ bay had been, it was now a bakery. I pulled back into the restroom to gain my composure. I tried it again and it was the same as before.
On my third try it all turned back into the gas station. I went out through the front door and left right away.
It would be twenty years before I understood that one.