Fonzi walked out of the bathroom at Arnold's and glanced around. It was after closing and he was the only one there. Al had asked him to lock up, not so unusual, and this evening he decided that rather than going straight home, he was just going to sit and enjoy the peace and quiet for a while.
Strolling over to a booth, he sat down and sighed deeply.
It seemed that for the past ten years now he'd been doing the same thing almost every day. Life wasn't too bad, but it wasn't getting any better. And he certainly wasn't getting any younger. Richie had joined the army and gotten married; he even had a kid now. Ralph too was in the army. Potsie was well on his way to a successful singing career, Jonie and Chachi were married and on tour, and even the Cunninghams were settling into semi retirement quite nicely. And here he was, good ol' cool Fonzi, in his mid thirties, working in a garage, no steady girlfriend, and seemingly no future.
At this point he was already resigned to the fact that life was not going to get a whole lot more exciting. Heaven knows he certainly didn't hate it; he enjoyed himself more often than not. It was just that at times like these, in the lonely late hours of the night when there was too much time to think, he wished there was more to it. Maybe a real adventure. Something completely out of this world.
As he sat there feeling sorry for himself, he heard a peculiar noise coming from the parking lot out front.
Getting up, he turned out the lights and went to see what it was. There in front of him was a strange sight indeed. Right smack dab in the middle of the parking lot was a blue police box. While Fonzi stood there trying to figure out just how the hell it got there, the door opened and a man stepped out.
"Hullo," the man said cheerfully. "I understand you're looking for an adventure."