The clouds suddenly disappeared as Roger Forbes, on board the last flight out of Eutopia, descended from the calm Indiana stratosphere and downwards to Gary Municipal Airport.
Home, thought Forbes, well... close to it at least. This Indiana countryside is nice, but, it's just not the same. I haven't been back here in years, that damned restaurant took up all my time. Well, I suppose it's good to be back. The place was just too--
His thoughts were cut off as the plane jolted against the runway and came to a screeching halt. Roger exited rather quickly, but took care not to push anyone around too much. It wasn't a bad ride, but stop-offs in Atlanta and Evansville had made it quite a long one. An hour or so later, after an incident with baggage check, Roger climbed down into the front seat of a 2006 Mitsubishi Eclipse.
"An import?" inquired Forbes, "What the hell are YOU doing with an import?"
"It's not an import, Roj, it's American-made," came the friendly reply from Mr. Andras Sarkoszy.
"Fine, if your conscience can bear to support the makers of the Zero, then I suppose it's your right." Obviously to Andras, Roger was being sarcastic, a trait they both shared. As Roger closed the door, Andras demonstrated the car's speed. Japanese or American, the car was damned fast. Still, after the initial quick drive through the highways of Northwest Indiana, they hit Chicago traffic. This was why he had gone to Eutopia, Roger remembered. The horns, the noise, the stop and go driving... but it was all worth the experience of Chicago. Wrigley Field, Lakeshore Drive, the celebration of life that was the streets of Chicago. Ever since he had seen the film The Blues Brothers, Roger had been proud of his Chicago lifestyle and the fact that he had grown up here.
Andras, pulling up to the curb, went around to the trunk to help Roger with his luggage. Through the doors, up the elevator, Roger was breathing in the fresh urban air. Finally he arrived at his welcome home present courtesy of the US Army and his family and friends. It was a penthouse suite on Lakeshore Drive. How he had gotten such a low price, Forbes didn't know. He didn't want to know either (some of his friends had connections and not-so-subtle ways of using them), he was just glad to be home. After Andras had left, Roger took a long-awaited rest.
The next day would be different. Awakened by a knock at his door, Roger slowly stumbled towards the noise. Opening the door, he stumbled backwards as his friend, Chris Longham, burst through the now-open portal.
"Roj, how the hell did you make it out alive?!"
"Well, quite frankly, I was just a better shot than the other guy," smirked Forbes, but saw that Chris was serious, "What the hell are you talking about? Get out of where?"
"Eutopia! The UPE! How did you get off of that insane island?"
"I took a damned airplane, as opposed to the usual Eutopian way of travel, Topa Root."
"Damnit, Roj, I'm being serious. You were probably on the last flight out, a few hours later and you'd be dead or in jail. The coup, for God's sake, haven't you heard about it?"
"Why no, I suppose I'm the only one in this town dumber than you, Chris. There wasn't any coup in Eutopia, when I left things were pretty quiet. In fact, that's why I left."
"Roj, there WAS a coup! Military led it, there's chaos everywhere, politicians are being arrested and shipped off at random."
"Military? Probably Admiral Tulp... never really knew him much, but I never trusted him quite either. Well, Eutopia's behind me, I'm in Chicago now. Let those fools kill each other, they stole enough of my cash and spirit to fund a nuclear war and start a religion."