It was now 1980.
Midnight had struck.
A new year. A new decade was being ushered in by many, especially all of those in the Forman household in Point Place, Wisconsin.
A perception of sensibilities and what life should be had become reimagined.
Anything was possible again.
The past decade had come and gone; the slate was now fresh and ready for new lifechanging experiences.
These were the thoughts that were occurring in Donna's mind as she kissed Eric immediately after the people on television and in the Forman household counted past "3!… 2!… 1!…".
She was beyond ecstatic to have Eric back in her arms, embracing each other the only way they both knew that it was them. It brought back so many memories of the past four years: how they made out for the first time at the drive-in theater, how Eric proposed to her on the water tower, how they had broken up for the first time, how much she missed him when she was in California a couple summers ago… the list was endless, but none forgettable.
Donna's joy for Eric's return also came with a minor sense of an emotion that she could not yet pinpoint. That was not until other not-so-pleasant memories and feelings began to resurface in her mind.
He left me to go to Africa for almost a year; he broke up with me over the phone; come to think of it: he broke up with me two years ago because I didn't want to wear a stupid ring that didn't mean anything.
Those negative thoughts and others from throughout the latter years of the 1970s caused her slight sense of resentment to become more than just slight. Her face was turning the hue that would have matched her original hair color.
She was now wholeheartedly mad.
He can't just come back and expect me to forgive and forget everything.
She wanted to be happy. Everyone else was. Everyone else was now toasting and sipping on various New Year's-themed drinks. She now wanted one of those drinks, but not for the same celebrating reason as everyone else.
Eric, of course, was oblivious to Donna's change in mood. He grabbed a beer and toasted his friends and family. He turned to Donna to do the same before realizing that Donna did not have a drink in her hand.
"Donna, where's your drink?" he asked with a large smile.
She wanted to say something cleverly hurtful to let him know that she had reverted to feelings of anger again, but nothing came to mind. She looked at his smile and then down at his hand. She violently grabbed Eric's beer and briskly walked away, slamming open the swinging kitchen door.
Everyone quickly quieted down after witnessing the scene.
Eric did not move a muscle. Everyone else in the room focused their eyes on Eric.
After a few more seconds of awkward silence, Red finally exclaimed "What the hell did you do!?"
Eric maintained his blank stare at the floor, unsure of how to answer Red's actually good question.
He finally reacted by scratching his head and looking at everyone.
"I don't know," he said.
"Damn, Forman," Hyde interjected. "You don't even have to say or do anything to piss a girl off. You have special powers, man; none of which, by the way, I would ever want. You're like… the Anti-Superman."
Kelso chimed in: "Unexceptional Man!"
Jackie decided to join in on the public roast: "You guys are giving him too much credit. First we'd have to agree that Eric's really a man."
Fez concluded the group's trashing with his almost non-understandable accent: "You're the Unexceptional Earth Dweller!"
All four friends laughed in unison while Eric silently remained in place.
Fez, still laughing, felt the need to say "I'm sorry, Eric. But you've been gone for too long; we have a lot of burns for you to make up for lost time."
Eric, having had enough of the last ten minutes since being home, left the living room to go find Donna.